"Restraint? Drained?"

Are those words really appropriate here?

Ye Yu immediately realized what was happening. Bu Haoyan must have thought that he was indulging in lust, staying holed up in his room and not coming out. It made sense—unusual behavior would naturally lead to wild speculation.

But even if you guess, why say it out loud? Spreading rumors about the Demon Lord herself—do you have a death wish?

Ye Yu’s expression stiffened as he instinctively glanced past Bu Haoyan to Bai Xichu.

The veiled Demon Lord, who had been calmly making tea, now had an icy gaze that could freeze …