His voice trailed off for a moment.
The night air was as cool as water. A refreshing breeze swept by, dispersing the heat and carrying the sweet fragrance of acacia blossoms.
His gaze remained fixed on Su Ye, dark and lingering as it roamed over her form.
Then, he continued,
"But if my benefactor is so afraid of me, why would you save me time and again?
Why would you even defy your father to secretly sell me your family's heirloom formula, the Secret Luo?"
As he spoke, he watched Su Ye looking like an ostrich that desperately wanted to bury its head in the sand, and he arched a brow.
'My benefactor is always so much more interesting than others,' he thought. 'Being with her is far more amusing than killing people.'
Su Qing suddenly felt that his decision to accept her as his benefactor had been the right one.
'The benefactor I chose myself is perfect in every way.'
He glanced at her, his words falling slowly,
"Doesn't my benefactor care to explain?"
