Yan Sijue suddenly opened his eyes, the emotions revealed in them were chilling: "If you dare to touch her, I will make you regret living in this world!"
Yan Yaohao shook his head, smiling self-deprecatingly: "I wouldn't do such a thing. It doesn't mean anything to me, after all... no matter what, you won't fall in love with me."
He realized this clearly from the beginning, which is why he remained calm.
Although he had strange feelings for Yan Sijue, these feelings were not possessive. He only knew that the existence of Yan Sijue was always one of the most special places in his heart. Sometimes the Old Man made him feel suffocated, but seeing what Yan Sijue went through, he felt that perhaps his own situation was not so bad after all.
Even now, as his temperament became more and more like the Old Man, at heart, he was still that obedient boy without ambition, which is why the Old Man had chosen him.
