"What are you doing so close to me?" Arthur was slightly angry and looked at her aggressively.

"Nonsense! Embroidered pillow!" Emma shouted coldly.

"Who are you calling an embroidered pillow?" Arthur narrowed his eyes dangerously and asked her with gritted teeth.

"Who else can it be? Of course it's you. Do you want to still fight or not? I won't waste time with you!" Emma looked at him with disdain.

"You dare to insult me?" Arthur's eyes darkened, a kind of soaring wind formed a whirlpool deep under his eyes, almost sucking Emma in.

Emma shocked and settled her mind, slowly closed her eyes for a moment, and tried her...