"Aren't you going to let me go?!"
Seated in the main chair, Ye Moyun's lips curled into a smirk. He had shed his standard-issue black military uniform for a rakish, unbuttoned playboy shirt that left his chest bare.
Seeing the annoyance that was beginning to color Yu Lan's face, he slowly and deliberately shifted his posture, his demeanor growing even more wicked and unrestrained.
He spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world:
"Your Majesty Yu Lan, have you not yet understood? You are now a captive."
"No one is coming to pay your ransom. If you want to get out of here, you'll have to figure out a way yourself."
Yu Lan: "..."
'What kind of new-age kidnapper-and-hostage cosplay is this?'
Yu Lan fell silent for a moment. She lowered her gaze in serious thought, and when she looked up at Ye Moyun again, her tone had completely changed.
"Well then, my dear Lord Star Thief, what must I do for you to show mercy and release me?"
