The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.
The moment Yue Yue disappeared, both men stiffened.
Han Soi was the first to react.
He shoved Feng Yansheng away like he had touched something filthy.
"Get away from me."
His face was dark, his expression cold and ugly with disgust.
Feng Yansheng also froze.
He looked down at the place where his body had pressed against Han Soi, as if only now realizing what had happened.
For the first time, his smile vanished completely.
His brows knit together in clear revulsion.
Without another word, he pulled his hand back sharply, as though burned. He stepped away at once, putting distance between them.
He grabbed his robe, wrapped it tightly around his body, and adjusted it with slow, controlled movements.
Then he laughed softly. It was a low, dangerous sound.
"You will pay for this...Yue Yue," Feng Yansheng whispered, his lips curling into a thin smile.
Han Soi looked at him sharply.
"Don't you dare touch her again," he growled.
