"Axuan! Cough, cough, cough... cough..."
Chiyin, overwhelmed with emotion, raised his voice and interrupted her; the next second, his throat choked, and he began to cough continuously.
He coughed so hard that the corners of his eyes turned moist.
"Alright, Brother Ayin, I won't say such things anymore."
Fengxuan didn't expect him to get so worked up. She quickly got up and handed him a glass of water, "Drink some water to moisten your throat."
"Cough, cough..." Chiyin coughed lightly a couple of more times and took a few sips of the hot water she offered, slowly calming down.
After the coughing stopped, the flush that had choked up on his face gradually faded, leaving a pale undertone that made him look somewhat weak.
Yet, his burning hot hand firmly grasped hers, his gaze stern, "You're not allowed to say those infuriating words!"
