"Your Highness, how can you not mind?"
Shen Yangge curled into a ball, trying to reason with him. "Your Highness, this sort of thing really requires feelings on both sides. If only one person has feelings, it loses much of its original meaning."
He had made himself perfectly clear. He believed Chu Xuanzhen could understand.
Yet he seemed to have forgotten what a blackhearted bastard Chu Xuanzhen was.
"It doesn't matter."
Had this line appeared in the original novel, a whole horde of readers would surely have left comments along the lines of "Cut the crap" and "Are you a man or not?"
And other such terse messages.
"Come here."
Chu Xuanzhen's tone allowed no refusal, but Shen Yangge huddled like a quail in his own little corner.
Much of his thick eyebrows and the spots he had deliberately painted onto his face had been rubbed away during their earlier kissing.
Now he looked like a pitiful little thing with smeared makeup. If he had a pair of animal ears, they would probably have been drooping.
"If you won't come here, I'll come to you."
Chu Xuanzhen moved closer. Shen Yangge sprang up and scrambled to the edge of the bed, only for Chu Xuanzhen to seize his ankle and drag him back.
"Where are you going?"
The storm in Chu Xuanzhen's eyes spilled out, an overwhelming, oppressive aura spreading invisibly around him. He stared fixedly at Shen Yangge, committing every inch of his face to memory.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The question rang in Shen Yangge's ears, carrying an indescribable tone.
It was as though this place had already become Chu Xuanzhen's domain.
And he, Shen Yangge, was merely a fox within that domain, trapped in a cage forged from iron bars.
Chu Xuanzhen lifted a lock