His gaze was fixed intently on Su Yan, as if piercing through to see into her heart.
Su Yan bit into the beef in her mouth.
"Mmm..."
Caught off guard, she paused, while Yu Wenxu had already averted his gaze.
Her hand tightly clutching the armrest of the wooden wheelchair.
Veins bulging.
Watching his chest heave, as if he was struggling to hold back something.
Su Yan swallowed the beef, ready to speak.
"I..."
She had barely begun to speak when she heard the hoarse and cold voice of Yu Wenxu.
"Take this king back to my room."
Immediately, a little eunuch stepped forward to push Yu Wenxu towards the house.
Su Yan furrowed her brows.
The next second, she put down her chopsticks and stood directly in front of Yu Wenxu.
She pursed her lips,
"It was you who had a question, I have yet to speak, how can you leave?"
Yu Wenxu closed his eyes,
"What do you want to say?"
His complexion was pale, and without looking at her, it seemed like he was holding something back.
She said,
