"Why not? Can't you see that I'm in desperate need of some personal space? You're far too close to me!" Mei Xing exclaimed, her voice laced with seriousness as she fixed him with a penetrating gaze. Her declaration held undeniable truth; he wasn't suppose to be inside her room. Yan Xun's behavior teetered on the edge of diabolical, leading Mei Xing to ponder whether he possessed the qualities of a devil...
His emotions remained concealed, his eyes similar to deep tunnels that threatened to engulf Mei Xing's consciousness. She found herself inexplicably drawn into their profound depths. "You know what I'm going to do, wife," Yan Feng declared, his expression still devoid of any discernible emotion.
