"You have a minute to explain yourself." Yan Qing Shan's voice was biting and cold. A far cry from the warm, mellow one from a while ago. Her eyes bore to him piercing with questions.
Zi Jue sighed in defeat. He raised both of his hands but still with his usual indulging smile solely for her. The scenario was reminiscent of a confrontation between a wife who found out her husband was lying to his teeth about her new haircut. Except the circumstances were a lot graver since the man in question was facing a loaded gun. It would also be slightly comical, as well if it weren't for the fact that the fragile peace of the underworld hang dangerously in balance. Whatever the result would be, the scales would be tipped and things would never be the same after tonight.
"Ah, Shan er. We really are made for each other. I have yet another proof that you are meant to be my wife. A god needs his goddess, after all. You don't need to point a gun at me, baby. I'm on your side."
