Wu Yao's heart, which had just started to heal, was instantly covered by a glacier, making him feel so cold as if he had icicles coming out of his head.
He gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from deep within his throat, "Bei Yiyi, are you serious?!"
"Of course!"
"Do you really wish that I get engaged to someone else?!"
"I would burn incense every day, hoping you marry another woman and disappear from my sight!!"
This time, Wu Yao was thoroughly enraged by Bei Yiyi. The rationality he had just regained was once again blown away by the tornado.
With his pitch-black eyes overlooking her, his expression was proud and cold, "Bei Yiyi, burning incense won't help. Even if I get engaged to someone else, I won't let you go! You want me to disappear from your sight, not a chance!!"
Bei Yiyi was scared, her heart filled with dread.
This version of Wu Yao was like a bloodthirsty lion, terrifying people.
