The young man, as exquisite as if he'd stepped out of a manga, gently took her hand. Then, ignoring her objections, he gently but firmly pried the phoenix hairpin from her grasp.
"Behave. Don't go getting any funny ideas."
His tone was coaxing, but his actions were cold and merciless.
Shen Lang's eyes immediately reddened. She watched helplessly as he put the phoenix hairpin away, then looked up and glared at him. "Don't go too far."
He said coldly, "This is for the Host's own good."
"..." Shen Lang lowered her gaze, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger without another word.
Seeing this, the young man's pale pink lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.
"Alright, I get it. You all love to lie to me." She lifted her gaze slightly and began to type on the keyboard with a casual air, adding coolly, "No need to explain."
