"Hey, hey, hey, you can't say things like that, ugh, ugh, ugh."
Chen Yuan quickly turned around, reminding Xia Xinyu to reach out and touch the wooden door.
"It's conditional," Xia Xinyu said quite seriously, "unless you want me dead, and then you could get rid of me. But that would be considered murder, you know."
"Let's not," Chen Yuan, though a materialist, still felt it somewhat inappropriate and corrected, "Don't make poison oaths; it's quite disrespectful to me."
"What if I leave you?"
Xia Xinyu looked at Chen Yuan curiously and countered.
"That's hilarious," Chen Yuan laughed, saying quite confidently, "Where could you go? No matter where, I could bring you back."
"…" Xia Xinyu, her face flushing, was quite embarrassed by his words.
Chen Yuan's reaction was very much like himself.
Perhaps it's the difference between men and women here.
