Ye Han looked at Bai Yu with dark eyes and said nothing.
The youngest sect leader of the Nine Sects and the future leader of the Soaring Snake Clan, even wearing a solemn sect uniform, sitting beside the couch in this simple room is no different from sitting on the throne of the main hall, as serious as deciding the lives and deaths of countless people.
But what the man held in his hand was a slender white ankle. The phalanges slowly rubbed the small ankle bone, and the fingers hooked over the sole of the foot, causing the young man to tremble slightly because of the itch, causing the anklet bells to ring.
Prude! Bai Yu said "cough tui" in his heart, but he could only pretend to be pitiful on his face, "Senior brother..."
"Please," the man's voice was cold, "please ask me to wash the seal with the same intensity as when Yu Yuan marked you."
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