In that instant, Yan Luoxi actually felt like punching him. Heh, with soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms, he still dared to call her something so distant—clearly he was tired of living.
But when facing an outsider, now that she already knew he was Li Yeqi, there was no way she'd storm off in a huff and hand the opportunity over to some Bai Lianhua.
She let out a cold laugh and slowly walked in. "If I didn't come back, how would I get to enjoy such a touching scene of a passionate gentleman and a willing mistress?"
Li Yeqi's brows twitched. Hearing the sour and snarky tone in her voice, he instinctively felt she might have guessed something, especially since Nangong Xiu hadn't done any disguise at all. He hurriedly moved closer with a faintly ingratiating smile. "Luoxi…"
