Not Going Anywhere
Utterly speechless by the crimson-haired man's shamelessness, Rui Ye could only glare at him, huffing and puffing.
Right now, he looked just like a hissing kitten with its fur puffed up into a ball, but because the other party had come prepared with thick cotton pads, all of his scratches and angry bites did not leave any wounds. Instead, it only made him grow more infuriated than ever, almost to the point of spitting out a mouthful of blood!
What did Song Zhuyu mean by 'the one you want the most across the three realms'?! Okay fine, what he said was not entirely false but— did he have to put it like that?!
Arrghh, had he no shame?!!
Or had he sealed his moral and virtue along with his divinity?!
Seeing Rui Ye's enraged look that seemed as though he was itching to kill someone, Song Zhuyu finally deigned to release him and put up four hands as if in surrender. Feigning innocence, he asked, "What's wrong, Rui-Ge? Cat got your tongue?"