"It was that idiot who said it—"
Xie Linyuan's voice suddenly stopped, as if he was extremely unwilling to admit that he had actually believed such stupid words. A vein throbbed on his forehead before he continued stiffly, "...I'm telling you, you fall for the 'quietly giving' thing."
"But what was the result?"
"You were pulling and tugging at Pei Lang right in front of me, and even went so far as to praise him for being 'good in bed'?!"
The more he talked, the angrier he became. Xie Linyuan felt that the bitterness and anger in his heart were about to break through the shackles of reason.
He abruptly turned his face away, no longer looking at Shen Zhaozhao, leaving her only a tense profile that seemed to say, "I'm very angry."
"Never mind."
He raised his chin slightly, still maintaining that disdainful and indifferent demeanor, as if the person with reddened eyes and an agitated tone just now was not him. Only the silent, pervasive, terrifying pressure that could make ordinary cultivators tremble revealed his extremely unsettled inner state.
"You no longer need to rack your brains to explain or coax."
There was a moment of silence.
Xie Linyuan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a faint shadow under his eyes. His fingertips unconsciously curled up for a moment, then quickly relaxed.
He glanced at Shen Zhaozhao beside him almost imperceptibly and extremely slowly... out of the corner of his eye.
Immediately, as if burned, he quickly averted his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing very slightly. His voice remained cold, but inexplicably lowered, carrying a barely perceptible, faint expectation.
"...Of course, if you really want to explain, I can give you that opportunity."
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