Rui Ye glanced down and locked eyes with Song Zhuyu, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Curious?"
Now that Rui Ye was no longer clinging to him, the sweet, intoxicating fragrance that nearly bewitched him also vanished. The boiling heat coursing through his veins subsided, and he could finally think clearly again. Fresh air surged into his lungs, it was as if he had finally managed to swim his way back to the surface after being submerged in the swamp. Pressing his lips tight, he fought to steady his breathing and heartbeat.
With the external influence gone, Song Zhuyu returned to his stoic silence, treating his words as precious as gold bars. As much as it pained him to admit, he indeed had a lot of questions only Rui Ye could answer, but he would rather die than to give even a sliver of satisfaction to this demon. This might not be the best move considering his precarious position, but he was just stubborn like this.
