So Su Muyao told herself that she absolutely couldn't back down.
Xie Guixue looked at her like this, his cool and aloof eyes carried a hint of darkness, and his hand instinctively reached out, wanting to touch her hair.
It was an instinct to comfort her this way.
But as if remembering something, he withdrew his hand.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.
"It's my fault, you can't stay here."
If she's angry, then let her be angry.
Su Muyao's expression changed slightly as she lowered her head, not expecting Xie Guixue to be so resolute.
Anyway, she couldn't leave.
"You exhausted me last night, I haven't recovered yet, so I'm not leaving now."
Xie Guixue had no way to refute such a reason.
"It's my fault!"
Last night, his Spirit Sea was in turmoil, and the Demonic Qi followed suit, causing him to lose his rationality and act on instinct.
No matter how long it's been since they last met, he was still familiar with her scent.
