Xun Yin struggled free from Chuzheng, landed on the ground, and quickly retreated several steps.
"Even if you're not Xiao Yue, you're linked to her," Xun Yin said. "After you kissed me, I could leave this room. Dare you say that is a coincidence?"
Chuzheng nodded: "Coincidence."
"..."
Chuzheng felt a bit strange: "Aren't you supposed to be very powerful? How can Xiao Yue still keep you locked up here?"
"..." Xun Yin sneered coldly: "She just used some lowly tricks."
"Do you like her?" Chuzheng's tone was laced with subtle danger.
Xun Yin started to laugh lowly, the sound swirling in the darkness as if it came from Hell.
"If I find her, I'll tear her body into ten thousand pieces."
He paused slightly.
"In this world, there's yet to be something that could make me feel affection."
The air fell into silence suddenly.
After a standoff, Xun Yin turned and walked behind the screen.
"You could try liking me."
Xun Yin's steps halted, as if something struck his heart.
