Duan Jingwen caught her reaction in his sight and let out a soft chuckle, his warm breath grazing her delicate earlobe, causing her back to shudder.
"You sure seem to put a lot of stock in Lan Xiu."
"Keep your distance, you hypocrite, just smelling your breath makes me want to vomit!"
Yuanya had no leisure to indulge his flirtations and cast a disgusted glance his way.
"Yuanya, you shouldn't provoke me at this time."
Though he said this, he gradually released his grip on her, yet the color in his eyes grew even more chilling.
Yuanya took a wary step back against the wall, her lips curling coldly, unwilling to show any sign of fear.
"If I don't provoke you, will you let me go? You have a grudge against Lan Xiu, but since you can't touch him, you're using me as a bargaining tool instead! Speaking of which, Ah Dong isn't really in your hands, is he?"
Yuanya sneered, "He's the most skilled under Lan Xiu's command; with your little tricks, how could you possibly capture him!"
