Huo Sicheng was frozen in place upon hearing the word "Madam."
Expressionless, he didn't even glance at Yi Shui. His body emitted a chilling aura, mixed with an evident sense of jealousy.
Lifting his hand, he picked up the wine glass before him. A momentary bitterness flashed in his slanted, phoenix-like eyes, and then he took a deep gulp of the potent brandy.
The cold wine slid down his throat and settled in his stomach, its sweetness and mellowness reminiscent of Gu Qingcheng when she had been drunk.
The memory of her intoxicated gaze in his arms remained vivid in his mind.
However...
"Pay no attention to her."
"Yes, Young Master Huo," Yi Shui acquiesced and inquired, "Where are you planning to go? The plane can't stay in the sky indefinitely."
"Ness."
"Understood."
The plane touched down, and the seaside villa appeared on the horizon, surrounded by water.
"Commander," a sultry and icy voice called out.
