In the corner, a figure in dark green also dispelled the barrier and approached Xiaotu, looking defiantly at Wang Xie, as if to say, he had won… “See, I told you I’d bring you to see him, didn’t I lie?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, almost gloating. Wasn’t this the outcome he wanted to see? But why did he feel a slight pang in his heart? Now, as their eyes met, she saw panic in his eyes. What was he afraid of? What was he anxious about? Catching the flicker in his gaze, she was even more certain of her thoughts. Wang Xie, you truly betrayed Xiaotu. He saw doubt in her eyes; what was she doubting? What was she confused about? Seeing the disbelief in her eyes, his heart truly panicked. How could he make her believe him now? Even with a thousand words, he couldn’t explain the scene before them.
“King, who are they?” The once angry and jealous eyes now looked at Wang Xie with a water-like tenderness. Her clear, innocent eyes gazed at him, and her delicate voice trembled with enchantment. He didn’t answer, not swayed by her seductive voice; his golden eyes remained fixed on Xiaotu. At that moment, he looked like a child caught doing something wrong, utterly helpless, his panic intensifying, fearing she would leave him forever. What he didn’t know was that his helplessness caused her even more pain. Why didn’t he explain? I’m willing to listen. Is it because this is the truth you can’t explain? Why are you so panicked? Is it because I’ve discovered the truth?
Wang Xie, you’ve truly disappointed Xiaotu…
“Wang Xie, no, I should call you Demon King. Sorry for interrupting your intimate moment. I’ll leave now.” Holding back the tears that threatened to break through, Xiaotu said coldly, without a trace of emotion. Her blue robe fluttered as she turned, the wide sleeves swirling through the air, leaving behind a trail of elegant cherry blossom scent, covering the room’s overwhelming atmosphere of passion…
