"Yueyue~"
Fu Rongyin looked hurt, his eyes downcast as he gazed at her hand resting beside her.
The ring had long disappeared from that hand, and even the marks of the ring had faded almost to invisibility.
Somehow, Fu Rongyin impulsively grabbed her hand. But before he could speak, Chi Yue withdrew sharply as if she had touched something hot.
Fu Rongyin's hand paused mid-air, staring blankly at Chi Yue.
Chi Yue had somehow sat up, her face taut. "Fu Rongyin, if you make another move, there will be no need for you to stay in this room any longer."
Fu Rongyin's lips tightened.
He knew Chi Yue was difficult to placate, but he hadn't realized just how difficult. However, it was a torture of his own making, and he was willing to endure it.
