"Aiyo, Little Flower, you don't have to do that." Grandmaster Wei halted his second disciple from clearing the table. "Let your Senior Brother and betrothed clean them."
Said duo snapped their attention to the elderly man. When his words registered in their brains, Death groaned childishly while Ethan nodded in acquiesce.
He gathered the dirty dishes, pushed some onto the albino's arms, and grabbed him by the back of his collar, dragging him towards the kitchen.
"He's very obliging, that betrothed of yours." Grandmaster Wei sighed. He was hoping to hear a protest or even a tiny bit of reaction from Ethan.
Apparently, he was one tough nut to crack. Several schemes stirred up inside the master's mind; taxing chores he would make Ethan do tomorrow before sunlight hits the earth.
Why did the master make it sound like it's a bad thing? Lillie wasn't certain, but she suddenly felt sorry for Ethan.
"Should we leave those two and retire for the night, Little Flower?"