"Ugh," Zhiyan pouted dismissively, "won a match and then somehow got that thing."
"Going there isn't bad either; that place will be good for you," Ming Yihan nodded, his large hand gently caressing her cheek.
"Is it that impressive?" Zhiyan raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, it's nothing compared to the Demon Clan," his deep magnetic voice came through, filled with his usual arrogance and confidence.
"Conceited ghost," Zhiyan stuck out her tongue.
"Or Yanyan can go to the Demon Realm," Ming Yihan continued to tempt, thinking if she could go to the Demon Realm, he wouldn't have to run to the Human Realm every day. They could even be together all the time without fearing those prying eyes. Little Yanyan could only be his.
"No thanks, I'll go to the Demon Realm, but not now. When I have grown enough, I will formally seek a marriage alliance with you—take you to be part of my domain," Zhiyan, with her index finger, joked while hooking it around Ming Yihan's smooth chin.
