Ming Xian sat down, gazing at the boundless sea.
Chuzheng suddenly crouched down, meeting his gaze. Ming Xian instinctively wanted to look away, but Chuzheng grabbed his chin, forcing him not to.
Ming Xian glared at her angrily.
"I don't care if you believe it or not, drugging you wasn't my intention, nor was it for that dog Liang Xuan."
Ming Xian, still angry: "Then why?"
Even he didn't know why he was angry.
But he was just angry.
Thinking of what Liang Xuan said, he couldn't help but...
"Let me ask you this, before we jumped off the cliff, did you have any other feelings for me?"
"Who has feelings for you!" Ming Xian exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"You don't? Why are you so agitated?"
"..."
Ming Xian's face suddenly felt hot, filled with both anger and embarrassment.
The aura around Ming Xian suddenly surged out, desperately trying to present the stance of the Great Demon Head: "You offended me, am I not allowed to be angry?"
