"You... you... what have you done to my Master?"
Yun Xinyue looked at the man before her, her previous arrogance gone.
Her heart began to panic uncontrollably. What should I do? I've encountered this cursed man again. Even though I'm already so strong, I still feel a sense of helplessness. Clearly, the lingering effects of the slave imprint are still present.
"Stop wasting words. If I tell you to come, you come." Wen Zhixing turned his head, his words betraying his impatience.
"Oh..." Yun Xinyue's head drooped instantly. Her face, once icy, now resembled that of a wronged young wife.
