Matthew ignored the sound of Su Ye's spoon clattering in the kitchen or his threat. "Anyway," he continued cheerfully, as if death was not looming in the next ten minutes, "that wasn't even the worst one. There was another absolutely ridiculous story—"
Tang Xiyu's eyes immediately lit up, sparkling with dangerous curiosity. "Another one?"
"Oh yes," Matthew nodded dramatically. "This one is even—"
A shadow fell across the room.
Both of them turned. Su Ye stood at the doorway, tray in hand, his expression dark enough to summon thunderstorms. His gaze locked onto Matthew like a sniper sight.
"Matthew," he said slowly, his voice velvet smooth and deadly. "Do you suddenly have the urge to sign your will?"
Matthew blinked. "Not particularly, no."
"Then stop talking."
Matthew crossed his arms with a grin. "Wow, threatening me already? Didn't even let me finish my story. Rude."
