It felt like a challenge how the human was staring at him. He was going to let this interloper continue with his conversation, but he was being pushed to his limit! (This coming from the ger who had just claimed sovereignty…)
"MINE." This time FengLi's voice was louder, and even with the effects of the spirit wine, there was more malice dripping from each letter.
Dong Yang looked down at the empty jar of spirit wine the ger was holding closely in his grasp. The wine was finished by him and Daoist Jian, and only a few sips had entered the ger's lips. Yet...
Looking at the flushed-faced ger with equally red lips, still glistening from the moisture of the wine, Dong Yang couldn't help but swallow. He wasn't under any illusions; the two—Daoist Jian and FengLi—were a couple.
Whether they were a true Daoist pair was unknown, but he had seen them fondle each other at the auction house.
