Yezi, After Tomorrow, What Answer Will You Give Me?

If he really said that, putting aside whether Feitan would dig to the bottom of it, his own conscience would not let it rest either!

Dressing as a woman to deceive Feitan was one thing, but he had even deceived Feitan into falling for him—how was this any different from your online dating partner instantly transforming from a sweet sixteen-year-old girl into a thirty-eight-degree barefoot burly man?

If anyone else dared to trick him like this and he found out, he would grab an eighty-meter-long saber and go hack them to death, let alone someone with a ruthless personality like Feitan.

He suspected that the moment he told the truth would be the exact second the head on his neck dropped off.

Now, asking him to bite the bullet and reject Feitan made his heart feel even more apprehensive.

Actually, if Feitan were replaced by anyone else, he figured he would not be this conflicted, but it just had to be Feitan.

He could not love, yet to reject him seemed to require immense courage just to maintain surface peace without damaging relations.

Therefore, the only tactic he could use right now was stalling, though he wondered if Feitan would be willing to accept it?

Though he desperately wanted to know the answer right now, meeting Luo Ye's earnest gaze, Feitan had no choice but to helplessly and obediently agree, "Fine, then don't make me wait too long."

Although there was nothing he could do if Yezi wanted to stall, Feitan still added that line because he wanted to know the answer far too badly.

No matter what the answer was, he wanted a result; otherwise, this process that felt like waiting for an executioner to drop the guillotine blade was simply too agonizing to endure.

Only, after saying it,