"I'm yours?" Meng Yao asked, his mind completely dulled with shock. From the dead man in the room to his own almost death and everything else in between, it was like his brain was entirely shutting down and all he could focus on was how softly he was touched and how Xue Yang was so warm and nice to be close to.

Dazed, he looked at Xue Yang, his eyes slightly out of focus. "I'm sorry I pissed you off. I won't do it again. I'll try my best. I promise. Don't hate me any more."