Ye Xunhuan had never imagined that one day someone would blatantly treat him as a backup option and say it out loud.
If this got out, that the formidable marshal who intimidated the underworld had been made a backup, who knows how many people would die laughing.
A marshal is a figure who kills without blinking, with hands stained in blood, like a butcher—who would dare treat him like a backup?
Is this a death wish or an attempt to cause someone else's death?
In all the land under heaven, probably only Qiu Ruoxi would dare treat Ye Xunhuan as a backup.
For a moment, Ye Xunhuan's face was filled with wry smiles and helplessness.
"What, you're not willing?" Qiu Ruoxi huffed.
Looking at Qiu Ruoxi's prideful expression, Ye Xunhuan's mouth twitched slightly, "What do you think?"
"Making you my backup is giving you face; so many men don't even have the chance..."
"Then give someone else this 'opportunity'!" Ye Xunhuan interrupted Qiu Ruoxi directly, saying with disdain.
