The noble-looking man lowered his head. With intense possessiveness, his sharply contoured jaw affectionately nuzzled the snow-white rabbit ears of the girl in his arms.
A gentle smile rippled through his deep purple eyes. "My little rabbit bride, are you worrying about me?"
Yun Bo's voice was already deep, melodious, and incredibly piercing. Yet he spoke at an unhurried pace, articulating every word with absolute clarity.
Standing nearby, Lanse gripped his Gilded Sword, his ice-blue eyes suddenly darkening.
Feeling a resentful gaze fixed intently on her face, Jiang Xinli guiltily turned her head away. However, she didn't deny it, only whispering a reminder, "Yun Bo, let's return to the Undersea Palace first, alright?"
