Yu Wenye's heart sank slightly.
At this moment, Shang Ruyi was instead more calm and sober. She half propped herself up from the bed. Although she was beneath him, there was an illusion of looking down at him from above.
She stared intently into Yu Wenye's eyes, articulating each word: "I want you to answer me, between us, is it real, can it be real?"
"..."
"If so, then I, everything I have, can be yours."
"..."
"But if it's not real, if between us, it's ultimately just a transaction—then I, I will no longer have such delusions, nor will I have any more fanciful thoughts about you."
"..."
"And my body is not part of the transaction, I can't give it to you."
After saying the last word, she moved back an inch.
Though it was just an inch, between them, it seemed as if a chasm had suddenly opened. In a daze, Yu Wenye even had the illusion that he couldn't reach her even if he stretched out his hand.
Suddenly, a nameless fire arose in him.
