Jiang Qingli froze.
For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw a hint of nervousness and worry in Ye Linyuan's perpetually cold, indifferent golden, vertical pupils.
But in the blink of an eye, any emotion that didn't suit him vanished.
She thought for a few seconds before asking uncertainly, "The way you're asking me this... it feels a little like you're... jealous?"
Her tentative question was like a stone tossed into stagnant water.
After two seconds of silence, Ye Linyuan suddenly rose without warning, transformed into a cloud of black mist, and vanished on the spot.
Jiang Qingli: "..."
She slowly turned her head, her gaze meeting Yi Nuo's in the corner.
Yi Nuo frantically averted his eyes and bowed his head low, resuming the posture of a proper butler.
A few seconds later, a pair of pristine white leather shoes entered his line of sight, stepping closer across the floor.
'A wolf's sense of smell was far too sensitive.'
