At the words "being favored," Yun Han's face stiffened, and his body trembled involuntarily. The vine wrapped around his waist suddenly tightened. In response to the stimulus, an intense, tingling numbness shot up from the base of his spine and radiated through his entire body. His face flushed red, and he clenched his jaw to keep from making a sound.
"Get out, now," Yun Han said through gritted teeth.
"Don't be so petty. It's not like Ning Xuan can dote on you exclusively. We're old acquaintances, after all. Help me out, and we can form an alliance to vie for her favor together. How about it?" Di Youlin could clearly see Yun Han's compromised position, but he deliberately lingered to talk, his eyes fixed on Yun Han's body.
To be honest, he rather missed the feeling of being suspended by Ning Xuan's Plant Pet, the Ghost-faced Red Dragon. He was intensely curious. 'What is that vine doing to Yun Han?'
