Qin Ruan saw Changyuan not moving and thought he was still obsessed with Xia Yunchen's incident, "You go back and rest first, I'll come to you tomorrow, I won't go back on my word."
Changyuan withdrew his intense gaze that had been locked onto Third Master Huo.
This man, born with the air of a king, looked down at him with ease, stirring a combative spirit in his very bones.
He gazed deeply at Qin Ruan, said nothing, and turned away very coldly.
Huo Yunjiao watched the retreating figures of Changyuan and Huo Qiang, his thin lips pressed into a line, his eyes cold and sharp.
An unusual sensation came from his chest, he looked down and saw Qin Ruan poking him with her finger.
Qin Ruan's eyes were hazy, filled with sleepy moisture, "Third Master, I'm tired."
"Okay, let's go back to sleep."
Third Master Huo quickly carried his delicate wife back to the bedroom.
