Chuzheng's fingers tightened, and with a tug forwards, Aier fell to the ground, dragged along as he slid forward.
His face still bore an expression of shock, suitable to his extraordinary handsomeness.
Chuzheng braced her foot against his shoulder.
The girl's eyes were downcast, her emotions unclear, but the chill emanating from her was palpable.
Aier struggled, feeling bound by something despite the absence of any restraints.
His handsome face darkened, "Beautiful miss, do you know who I am?"
This human dared to lay hands on him!
Chuzheng casually replied, "Oh, then do you know who I am?" No matter who you are, disturbing my sleep is unacceptable! I had finally managed to get to bed!
"..." Aier looked up at her, poised and beautiful, but utterly unfamiliar.
Chuzheng had no desire to waste words with him; she just wanted to get this over with and go back to sleep.
"Lord Aier!"
The attack came from behind.
