Although Cai Wei was not able to see behind her, she could clearly feel the tangible, oppressive gaze fixed upon her. Nonetheless, this did not affect her mood. She continued to nestle into Huo Yuan's embrace, seeking spiritual solace.
Holding the soft jade and warm fragrance of Cai Wei in his arms, Huo Yuan gently soothed her. Abruptly, a strong arm reached out, seizing Wei'er from his embrace without a word.
Nangong Yi, while carrying out this action, kept his gaze fixed on Huo Yuan. Huo Yuan, even under Nangong Yi's intense scrutiny, maintained his composure, returning the cold stare. The silent battle brewing between the two men, if gazes were weapons, could have obliterated armies.
The sudden action of Nangong Yi startled Cai Wei. Just as she was about to retaliate by jabbing his wound, Nangong Yi, his voice chilling, said, "Disciple, stop this nonsense. The wound you inflicted on me last night still hurts."
