The First Winter (XI)

Wei Ci kept silent. Of course he knew the willfulness of the person before him, prestige to her was inconsequential.

"You will have to take on your identity eventually. If word from tonight gets out, it will be harmful to your reputation."

Wei Ci tried his best to suppress his desire to tremble. He bit his tongue and used pain to control his body's innate fear.

Why was he afraid?

It wasn't solely because of the shadow from his previous life, but in this lifetime, he was even more afraid that she would discover something amiss and perceive him as a weirdo.

Jiang Pengji acted as if she didn't comprehend. "Isn't having a close friendship with my subordinate a rather joyous event?"

He took a deep breath. He had been in contact with the person by his side for years. Logic prompted him that the more his emotions heightened, the easier he'd fall into her trap.