Listening to these straightforward words, Ye Wuming remained expressionless, with barely any fluctuation in his heart.
He had grown accustomed to teasing these past two days... not just verbal, but physical as well.
Ever since Bodhisattva glimpsed his deepest desires, Zhao Changhe had been unreserved about this matter because it was pointless to hide once one's heart was known—it would only invite ridicule.
However, these words held a different significance for Ye Wuming.
Just as he was contemplating manipulation, he got a reality check—a clear indication of disinterest... yet it carried a hint of "you're more important than Jiangshan," leaving him unsure whether to scold him for being tactless or to feel pleased.
In the end, a gentle sigh echoed through the Night Palace.
Ye Wuming stood up and turned to step into the Lotus Pond.
