Mo Ye looked at the aggressive Ye Wu, a trace of bewilderment in his eyes.
He couldn't understand why Ye Wu suddenly became so angry.
Was he really that annoying?
Inside, Mo Ye felt aggrieved, yet on the surface, he remained calm.
He had already made up his mind.
Since the master had brought him into the room, tonight, no matter what, he would stay.
Mo Ye would not become the first returned item!
Ye Wu cracked her whip, walking over with a sinister smile.
Seeing her like this, for some reason, a smile appeared at Mo Ye's lips.
If it were before.
Seeing Ye Wu with such a fierce look, surely what awaited him next would be a ferocious beating.
But now...
Even though Ye Wu was brandishing her whip at him, he didn't feel the slightest fear.
He only thought: at worst, he'd be tied up again.
If the master wanted to tie him up… that'd actually save trouble.
He just needed to lie there and let her… do as she pleased.
Mo Ye's overly pale face suddenly flushed slightly.
