Soon after, the two men started kissing.
And not just a quick kiss. No, it went on… for two to three full minutes.
Kaya blinked. Once. Twice. Still happening.
Finally, the black-haired man turned around—and his eyes landed on her. Gone was the playful "Honey" voice. His whole aura shifted. He wasn't cool anymore. Not relaxed. Now, he was giving her the look.
That look people give when they've already decided you're the enemy, and they're just figuring out where to bury your body.
His eyes scanned her, head to toe. Then, with the same icy gaze still on her, he turned to the Master, voice suddenly soft and sweet, like he hadn't just been glaring daggers a second ago.
"Honey… who is she?" he asked, his tone almost trembling. "You took another concubine?"
He threw his arms around the Master dramatically, hugging him like he was on the verge of tears.
"How could you do this to me?"
