Upon hearing Qiao Wei's words, Zhang Fengxi's blood froze in his veins.
"Oh? And why?" he asked, his voice dripping with menace.
"As long as I am in this body, I have to live as Qiao Wei. In this life, Qiao Wei is engaged to Little Ling."
The taste of vinegar filled Zhang Fengxi's mouth, making it difficult for him to behave like an adult alpha of his standing.
"Little Ling, hm? How sweet," he snarled.
Zhang Fengxi took a step closer to Qiao Wei. The latter took a step back when he saw the dangerous glint across the alpha's eyes.
"Fengxi, what are you doing?" Qiao Wei asked.
"Me? What are you talking about?" Zhang Fengxi asked. His tone was nonchalant, but his eyes were burning with jealousy.
The couple performed a macabre dance across the chamber, until Qiao Wei had no more space to retreat to.
Zhang Fengxi slammed his hands against the wall, trapping Qiao Wei between his muscular arms.
