"Perhaps it's not always like this..."
Yan Xiaye, fearless like a newborn calf in front of a tiger, objectively evaluated: "Love is exclusive and possessive. If a woman truly loves you, she naturally wants to have you all to herself. It's probably difficult for everyone to be okay with shared affection."
Before she finished speaking.
Bern quickly gave Yan Xiaye several suggestive looks: "Miss Yan..."
However, Cass himself didn't mind and leisurely thought, "Alright, you do have a point."
Yan Xiaye smiled, her mood once again becoming more complex.
With an elegant curtsy typical of a young lady from high society, she willingly bade farewell, "Mr. Cass, thank you for the couch, I won't disturb you any longer."
Cass took a sip from the wine bottle and asked nonchalantly, "You're leaving?"
Yan Xiaye was taken aback, hesitatingly looking towards Bern beside her.
After all, he was the one who brought her here, so whether to leave early or not, she had to seek his opinion.
