Ye Que took a slap for nothing, his head tilting slightly.
In the dim light of the evening, the shadows draped carelessly over the man's pure white shirt. His usually arrogant and poised figure now seemed tinged with loneliness.
After a while, he turned his head and stared at the beautiful woman before him, his voice cold as ice, mercilessly piercing through the woman's eardrums.
"Is that enough? If so, please step aside."
He needed to take the young lady home, she was drunk and prone to becoming delirious. It was imperative to get her home before she lost control.
Pei Xinyi shook her head, looking at the noble man in desperation, then suddenly, she laughed.
Laughing as she cried.
"You're married, why didn't you tell me?"
He averted his gaze, not giving her as much as a glance, "You never asked, so why should I tell you?"
