Yin Tingxue didn't know what that gaze meant, but her thigh couldn't help but tremble a bit, feeling a bad premonition.
"Little Fox, you're not going to be the Demon Sect Saintess anymore?"
As those words fell, Yin Tingxue shivered, feeling a coldness creeping up her spine, with an instinctive urge to slightly lift her behind.
She didn't know where this unconscious thought came from; anyway, the more this man just talked without doing anything, the more nervous and terrified she felt.
Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Didn't hear me speak?"
Yin Tingxue snapped back to reality, hurriedly nodded, and whispered, "Not anymore..."
After saying that, Yin Tingxue peeked at him; he seemed very pleased and nodded slightly, smiling genuinely, despite a hint of teasing.
That hand reached out, and Yin Tingxue instinctively shrank back but couldn't avoid it; he gently rubbed her head, laughing softly, "Why is my Little Fox so obedient?"
