er governed by reason.
The Beauty’s fingernails, painted with a pale cyan lacquer, left a trail of scratches across Xi Weiyou’s smooth, flawless skin.
When Xi Weiyou awoke,
The Beauty: “Who are you?! Where am I?!”
Xi Weiyou: Crazy…
The Beauty: “This Empress is asking you a question! Are you mute?”
Xi Weiyou blinked in stunned…