Ye Wuchen grunted softly but still did not let go, his eyes brimming with laughter, "Are you done hitting? If not, I can take a few more punches, but I will definitely not let go."
Mu Ruyue's gaze grew even colder as she looked indifferently toward Ye Wuchen.
Yet, there was always something familiar about his eyes...
With this thought, she reached without any hesitation for the silver mask on the man's face, but just as she was about to remove the mask, a hand firmly grasped her wrist.
The man's lips still bore a smile, his eyes flashing with a mischievous light as he leaned close to Mu Ruyue's ear and spoke with an ambiguous tone, "Do you want to see my face? But my visage isn't so easily revealed. You can see it if you really want to, but you'll have to marry me in exchange. How about it?"
"Sorry, I have no interest in you," Mu Ruyue withdrew her hand and glanced at the man coldly. "Especially not in strangers."
