"Pei Song'an, you haven't even sent me a message to say where you are. You haven't even got me yet and you already don't love me. Once you do, won't you be completely out of control?"
Li Shu rarely took such a barbed, relentless tone. He had probably lost another argument with Cheng Zhen and vented all his anger on him. Afterward, perhaps finding it inexplicable himself, he added:
"Have you met Xie Jin? He looks like the sort who spouts nothing but nonsense. Don't let him fool you!"
Pei Song'an could even picture Li Shu scratching his hair into a dandelion in embarrassment as he sent the second message. Too embarrassed to say outright that his first message had been too harsh, he could only make up for it with the second.
Li Xiaoshu was always endearingly awkward, and then he would insist he wasn't, he wasn't.
Pei Song'an sent Li Shu his location, told him he had already met Xie Jin and would talk afterward, and received an okay gesture and a rose in reply. His lips curved before he put his phone away.
"I thought you'd have those thugs of yours tie me up in a basement and torture me."
Warm light spilled over the edge of the wooden table, and the aroma of coffee slowly settled in the air.
Xie Jin sat at the table, carefully surveying the room. His fingertips whitened around the rim of his cup, and although he deliberately slowed his speech, he couldn't hide his coiled tension.
Under Pei Song'an's dark, tranquil gaze, the curve of his lips stiffened and faded, as though he had been seized by his weak spot.
"What is this place?" Xie Jin grew restless in his seat. "Crown prince, I have to remind you that unlawful detention