David Blair exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes carrying a trace of mischievous humor. Due to the lack of color on his face for a long time, this expression seemed slightly sickly, and when the smoke blurred his outline, it had an eerie beauty.
"Then why didn't you say anything just now?"
Morgon Sheldon's lazy demeanor suddenly froze for a moment, his fur seemed to explode like a cat caught by the tail, but it quickly calmed down.
"I was giving you a chance to persuade me," Morgon said.
"The choice of whether or not to speak is in my hands, not yours or mine. Ah, Morgon, if I don't want to speak, you can't either," David said in a languid tone.
Morgon laughed carelessly and said, "Senior, you are still as ruthless as ever."
David suddenly straightened up, grabbed Morgon's chin across from him, blew a puff of smoke at him, and laughed, "Don't you just love when I'm ruthless, hmm?"
