Yi Chengxuan laughed self-deprecatingly. "Am I someone important to you?"
Yue Xin asked, "You've taught me a lot. No matter what your goal is, I'm still grateful to you. You said that I have to return a favor."
Yi Chengxuan didn't expect that Yue Xin would use such a place to return the favor one day. He lowered his head and smiled.
Unlike his usual restrained and perfect smile, Yi Chengxuan's smile now had a murderous aura that made one shiver. He walked to the table, opened another bottle of wine, and asked Yue Xin, "If you don't want to leave, do you want to drink?"
Yue Xin shook her head. "No."
Yi Chengxuan didn't force her. He took the bottle and sat on the bed again, as he started to drink.
Yue Xin didn't say anything, and neither did Yi Chengxuan. There was only the strong smell of alcohol, blood, suppressed cries, and the swallowing sound of wine in the throat.
"Yi Chengxuan, what exactly are you doing?"
