"Indeed, there shouldn't be any view-damaging incident happening during such a moment," Zhangsun Wuji explained by her ear. However, his explanation didn't feel like an explanation but rather a taunt, causing Meng Fuyao to clench her teeth. His hold was neither firm nor relaxed and did not hurt, yet it made her tremble as if a current was running through her body.
Zhangsun Wuji chuckled softly and seemed to have moved even closer as he whispered, "Fuyao… After 10 years of cultivation, we finally share the same boat, after 100 years we get to share a pillow, you and I have cultivated hundreds and thousands of years' worth of fate, so how could you keep pushing me away heartlessly?"
Meng Fuyao glared at him murderously. 'If I say I can, then I can!'
Zhangsun Wuji glanced at her and chuckled under his breath, beaming as brightly as he could as if to tell her: 'If I say you can't, then you can't.'
