"...Yes."
The girl's soft, weak word struck Xuan Ying's heart like a spiked boulder.
His body stiffened. The long fingers resting on her soft waist tightened uncontrollably.
The girl in his arms winced in pain, letting out a sharp GASP.
Xuan Ying seemed oblivious. His vertical pupils locked onto her, and his clear, ice-blue eyes instantly filled with bloodshot red.
Ice-blue Snake Scales recklessly covered his Leng Bai skin, which was already bulging with veins. Wisps of cold air surged from the gaps between the scales.
Cold words squeezed through his gritted teeth one by one. "Why?"
Jiang Xinli knew he was suppressing his fury. Thinking about it, her words and attitude had been a bit excessive.
Looking back at that incident, she did feel a little uncomfortable, but not to the point of holding a constant grudge against him. She still deeply loved her Little Ying, and he treated her so well. But in the heat of anger, people always said things they didn't mean.
