Ying Rushi's heart trembled; how could she, who had been socially adept since childhood, not hear the disappointment in Yan Qing's words?
All it would take is a bit more indifference to completely push Yan Qing away, which is what she wanted, but when it came to speaking, the words just wouldn't come out, and she fidgeted with her fingers.
"I'm asking you," Yan Qing leaned forward, "are you notifying me as Ying Rushi, or discussing it with me as White Fox?"
"I just thought that this—"
"Look me in the eye and answer me."
Ying Rushi took a deep breath, feeling cornered; the strong defenses she had just built up were shaken by Yan Qing's two questions, and she even felt a bit wronged—why was he so gentle with Black Wolf and Red Snake, yet so aggressive with her?
In the stifling silence, Murong Hui's voice suddenly called out from inside: "Little Fox, I want orange juice!"
