Ye Che's spine shivered but straightened.
At that moment, he was like a little creature that had fought to the end and had no strength to resist any longer. Crouched in a corner, he hung his head and licked his own bloody wounds, watching the encroaching darkness of death with fearful eyes.
Xu Zhiye followed Xia Weiyi into the room, and as she slowly walked towards Ye Che, seemingly wanting to reach out and grasp his wrist with a dazed expression, Xu Zhiye's eyes narrowed and he promptly stopped Xia Weiyi's gesture.
He pulled on Xia Weiyi's arm, pressing her into his embrace. In the next second, Xia Weiyi felt a pain around her waist. Looking down, she saw that Xu Zhiye had pinched her hard.
She looked up at Xu Zhiye and met his eyes, which held a warning.
Ye Che walked to the window, and when he turned around, he caught sight of the scene where their gazes intertwined. His lips curled with an evil smirk as he elegantly seated himself on the sofa.
