Bo Siyan lounged on the sofa with a composed face, his dark pupils as unfathomably deep as ever.
In front of him, Ai Lin was visibly agitated, her hands clenched tightly at her sides as she stared intently at the man, her voice carrying a sharp accusatory tone, "Why, why do you have to do this, why! What on earth is the reason!"
She repeated the question several times, her voice growing louder, her breathing unsteady.
Her tone was full of incomprehension and disbelief, as if something utterly preposterous and laughable had happened to her.
The man seemed amused, lifting his eyelids slightly, his lips curling into a smile, "Because I want to, I like it, and I wish to do it."
