Waking Up Angry

No.12 had just expressed his loyalty and didn't hear Yue Xin's answer when he heard the tightly shut door suddenly open not far away. Yi Chengxuan walked out neatly dressed.

Although he was as strict as usual, No.12 still realized that the current Yi Chengxuan was different from usual. If he had to say it, the gentleness between his eyebrows had disappeared, replaced by an indescribable hostility.

Before No.12 could think carefully, Yue Xin had already walked to his side and reminded him softly, "No.12, don't speak later. Yi Chengxuan has a morning temper. It's very terrifying."

Before No.12 could react to what Yue Xin meant by terrifying, he met Yi Chengxuan's eyes. What kind of eyes were those? No.12 did not know how to describe them. Even if he had already experienced so many life and death situations, even if he had struggled through cruel training since he was young, he would still be afraid of the despair contained in these eyes.