In the midst of chaos, Duan Mingyuan heard a "tsk" sound.
It did not belong to him and Jiuyue.
Right after that, his field of vision shifted, and what presented before him was a pitch-black space.
The person who made the "tsk" was coldly staring at them.
Upon seeing this, Jiuyue had a thought, and her clothes were back on her body, after which she glared back defiantly.
Just now, she had caught a familiar scent in the room and had resorted to her second scientifically-grounded crude method.
More than her applying lip gloss to the mirror, Ah Jing hated seeing her and Mr. Mingyuan openly display affection in front of her, which to a single young woman of several centuries, was like a critical hit.
Latterly, the enraged Ah Jing escalated to personal attacks, continually calling her a lusty fox demon.
Clearly, Jiuyue's crude method had worked.
"You should have some explaining to do, shouldn't you?"
Such a meeting was just like a drama filled with love and hate from a movie.
