Yan Qianjue narrowed his eyes dangerously. His dark eyes were as cold as a glacier that had not melted for thousands of years. He lifted Bai Keke in front of himself and forced her to look straight into his eyes. "Human, you, what?"
Bai Keke was almost stuck in her collar, unable to breathe. Her little face was flushed red, and tears faintly flowed out. "I don't want to go! I'm scared!"
Yan Qianjue curled his lips with disdain, and a hint of disgust appeared in his eyes. His long phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously and approached Bai Keke's red cheeks. "Are you afraid that I'm weak? Huh?"
Bai Keke's tears slid down her cheeks, falling on Yan Qianjue's pale but forceful wrist one by one. "I don't want to lose you. I'm afraid he's in danger—I'm afraid you'll get hurt—"
The coldness in Yan
