"What, you want to get to know me?"
A lazy voice, yet it carried an overwhelming and oppressive force.
"And you are?"
Struggling to squeeze out those two words, Sun Xiang only felt his voice trembling, even his tone had completely shifted.
Ya Tianxing lazily withdrew his gaze, glancing at Mo Shangjun. In that instant, the cold sharpness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a softness and indulgence.
However, when he looked back at Sun Xiang, his expression returned to its icy and murderous coldness. He enunciated each word slowly: "Her man."
"Mm."
Mo Shangjun responded softly, throwing Ya Tianxing a 'I'm playing along' look.
Ya Tianxing gave her a helpless glance.
The two exchanged glances filled with unspoken understanding, while Sun Xiang stood completely stiff, unable to even move his fingers easily.
After what felt like an eternity, Sun Xiang's face turned stark white as he awkwardly got up from the stone bench.
