"Answer me, are you feeling jealous?" Ming Yihan stepped not back, but forward, his firm nose pressing closely against Little Yanyan's cheek, a wave of warmth brushing her skin. The faint scent of herbs emanated from her, causing his eyes to narrow as a look of enjoyment spread across his face.
This little one was quite amusing, and her expressions were adorable.
"Someone come!" Ming Yihan called out with narrowed eyes, and in an instant, a red figure stood before him—the red-eyed youth who was the Demon Clan's envoy that brought Zhiyan.
"Your servant is here!" The youth knelt on one knee, respectfully saying.
"Take her away, and also, send over two Yuji!" Ming Yihan said with a chilly voice, propping his head on one hand, his whole body exuding a cold aura, speaking with a pressuring tone.
The youth's body shivered, his eyes filling with intense surprise.
