The Young Master’s Little Ancestor Is Throwing Another Fit

Nan Zhenye’s deep, rich voice carried an undeniable note of control, wrapping around Chu Yunxi’s senses like tangible threads. “Your name?”

Her red lips parted. Her clear voice rang through the silent night, every word a venom-tipped needle of ice: “Your. An. Cestor.”

Then he leaned down, and his devastatingly handsome face suddenly filled her vision! With a wicked smile, he brought his thin lips close to her ear. His hot breath brushed her sensitive earlobe, and his voice dropped to a lover’s murmur, laced with unquestionable possessiveness:

“Be good, my little ancestor.” His voice lifted slightly at the end, teasing and strangely tender. “Come home with me.”

“Go to hell!” A furious shout finally burst from her throat. Chu Yunxi was completely set off! Calm restraint, weighing the pros and cons, all of it flew out the window!