Totoka River this long world like my thoughts

She scoffs. 为你服务。 他好是好，但不是我的类型。 She laughs. The boy's scent was all over Ying- she did not want her leftovers. Besides, the boy beared some resemblance to her, which she found all kinds of weird. Black-capped, blue-eyed- that was enough, no thanks.  

我要一个年轻人。 这样，他将来可能会有用。 She explains. What she really wanted was a wife- but if she could not have a wife as her main counterpart, she would make sure the boy was useful. She cared not whether she truly loved him or not. All she could think was that a young man from these Wilds would be useful in diplomatic exchanges where knowledge of the language was required, or perhaps as a later sperm donor so she could build an empire. Skill and vitality were all that mattered here- her real love would probably lie on the side in secret.