Looking at Yan Luoluo—who was brimming with audacious nerve yet endically cowardly—a flicker of playful amusement crossed Ye Wuchen's eyes. He suddenly felt that teasing her like this every day, watching her bare her claws and flutter about in a fluster, possessed a rather unique charm of its own.
"There's plenty of time..." he chuckled inwardly. If he scared her away right now, the loss would outweigh the gain. What was more—for the mighty Demon Lord to personally deliver himself only to be rejected and returned? If word of that ever got out, how could he possibly maintain his standing in the Demon Realm?
With this in mind, Ye Wuchen abruptly released his hold on Yan Luoluo, gracefully straightening his slightly rumpled collar before turning to sit at the tea table with unhurried poise. His slender fingers picked up a celadon teapot, sending an amber stream of tea tracing a graceful arc through the air.
Chapter 93