"Jin might not be able to defeat that old Wolf King. Can you go help him? Otherwise, he might be in mortal danger," An Yao pleaded.
"Are you asking me to help another male beast who desires you?" Gu Di’er's face showed little emotion, his tone as calm as ever. "Yaoyao, male beasts are not as generous as you imagine."
And he was even more selfish. He wouldn't go help a competitor. He might even prefer it if the other male died.
Initially, Gu Di’er thought An Yao would continue to plead with him, but she just lowered her head, said nothing, and tightly clenched the blanket, forming a small crease.
Then he heard a slight sob.
Gu Di’er raised his eyes and saw that the corners of the young female's eyes had turned red, and a few tears had welled up and dampened the bedding. Although she didn't say a word, the silent tears spoke volumes.