Xiang Long Wei's chest tightened at her words. Though he had expected such a response, hearing it aloud struck deeper than he cared to admit. So, in her eyes, he truly mean so little.
He quickly concealed the sting in his heart, yet the warmth in his tone faded, replaced by a chill. He withdrew slightly, removing his lips from her ear, though he kept her in his arms.
"Don't worry," he said coldly. "I won't be taking only you along. I plan to bring three more concubines as well—so you need not fear being called a demonic concubine."
Rising from the beauty couch, his expression turned unreadable, like ice masking a storm beneath. "Beloved concubine should rest. I still have other matters to attend to. I will return tonight—make sure you wait for me."
Without sparing her a chance to respond, Xiang Long Wei strode out, leaving the faint scent of his presence lingering in the room and the silence pressing heavily upon her.
