Yu Mingche's ears instantly flushed red. "The surface healed a long time ago. Besides, it's not there."
Yu Mingche's voice was hushed as he spoke, not daring to meet Ning Xuan's gaze.
"Not here? Then where is it?" Ning Xuan was practically leaning against Yu Mingche now. Her hand roamed restlessly over his abdomen, pinching here and probing there, as if she were genuinely searching for something.
"Lord Contract Master..." Yu Mingche turned his head, his eyes pleading for mercy.
"Call me Xuanyuan from now on." Ning Xuan planted a light kiss on Yu Mingche's cheek and withdrew her hand.
Seeing the adoring look Ning Xuan gave Yu Mingche, Ying Yaoshi felt his heart seize in a tight, painful grip. He was suddenly short of breath. He had been about to enter the banquet hall, but the sight made him freeze in his tracks. He turned and retreated.
