After what had happened last time, Rong Xingyu's already delicate face now looked as though a bud had fully bloomed, his brows and eyes even carrying a hint of bewitching allure.
And unlike humans, the merfolk were always straightforward and frank about such matters.
They're never concealing them.
The vein at Ding Yixin's temple began to throb again.
His voice grew completely hoarse.
"Yuyu, not here."
Ding Yixin's peripheral vision swept past the guards outside the office door as he gently coaxed the little mermaid. "This isn't appropriate here. Let's wait until we get home, okay?"
If it had been before, Rong Xingyu would definitely have nodded obediently and agreed when hearing Ding Yixin say this.
But for some reason, Rong Xingyu's temper had suddenly grown quite bad recently.
His thoughts had also become more delicate, or rather, more sensitive.
Even the smallest issue could not help but be magnified in his heart.
