Young Master Yan couldn't suppress the jealousy within, an emotion that had just sprouted before being forcibly cut off, deeply buried in his heart—it was as if it were furiously trying to break free, to sprout from beneath the soil. He gazed at the woman before him, her face showing confusion, and he lowered his eyes, concealing all of his emotions: she knew nothing…
Mo Yan looked at Yan Junyu's unpleasant expression, completely at a loss as to where his imagination had taken him, and suddenly felt that men, when lost in wild thoughts, could be even more terrifying than women! She thought she should say something, but intuition told her that at the moment, the more she spoke, the worse it would become, so she decided it was best just to stay by his side.