This sort of thing, whether there are feelings involved or not, is bound to infuriate anyone who encounters it, especially for someone like Ye Che, a favored son of heaven. His 'woman' and his own brother tangled in bed and caught 'red-handed,' by so many. Imagine the consequences.
Everyone's gaze at the doorway suddenly shifted in unison towards Ye Che. A trace of a cold aura had already begun to emanate from his body. His eyes, accustomed to narrowing slightly when angered, were now sharp, and his fists were clenched tightly.
However, the sly smile that flitted across the bottom of his eyes went unnoticed by everyone.
The room fell into complete silence.
The two people on the bed, stimulated by the light, momentarily froze in their amorous activities.
"Mmm—ah—" Xu Ziqing murmured in confusion, not knowing what was going on. Her provocative moan served as the fuse in a room filled with the smell of gunpowder.
