An Yao's wrist was firmly grasped by him, and a sense of unease suddenly surged within her.
Next, she saw the man stand up, his tall and lean figure almost completely covering her. He stared at her with burning eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, and he reached out to caress her soft face.
With a deep affection in his voice, he said, "Come back to the King City with me. I truly have fallen for you and want to be with you forever."
"Your declaration of love is truly cheap, and I've built calluses on my ears from hearing it," An Yao retorted.
"No," he gazed at her intensely, a hint of urgency in his tone.
"I've only said this to you, little female."
Although he had said similar words to her several times before, this time, An Yao could clearly feel a change in his attitude, as if he was more serious than before.
However, what did that have to do with her?
"I'm not going!" She frowned.