Two identical pairs of jade-green eyes met.
Yuan Shimo frowned slightly. It seemed that whenever Jiang Qingli was involved, his shadow became disobedient.
It was clearly a part of his body, yet it defied his command, clinging to his female master and refusing to let go.
Who taught it to be so shameless?
Seeing the shadow try to stuff the cat tail into Jiang Qingli's hand, Yuan Shimo lost his patience. His tone grew heavy. "Down."
But this only seemed to provoke the shadow's rebellious streak.
The long, slender arms—identical to Yuan Shimo's—tightened around the girl's waist. Not only did it refuse to let go, it even turned and bared its teeth at its master, like a cat protecting its food.
This was utter insolence.
Yuan Shimo's eyes darkened. He strode forward, grabbed the shadow by the back of its collar, and in a few swift movements, crushed the form identical to his own into a thin line beneath his foot, forcing it back into a shadow.
