Then, that man was a real person.

Qin Yi didn't answer Yang Ziyue's question, tossing the pants on the bed to her instead. Her cold voice had a hint of charm as she ordered, “Wear clothes first.”

Yang Ziyue blushed, suddenly recalling that her pants had been taken off by Lu Yuansheng earlier and she was currently naked.

She quickly put on the pants, clenching her teeth as she looked at Qin Yi with an unyielding gaze, “Were you guys here long ago?”

If they were, then did they see everything just now?

Qin Yi looked at the young lady she had just saved. She had a pretty face, with delicate features that were very nice to look at, but Qin Yi saw the accusation on her face.

“So what? What's our relations.h.i.+p? Do I have a duty to save you?” Qin Yi's countenance was indescribably cold, like a rose blooming proudly in the snow—warm, unbending, and enchanting, yet ice-cold.

“I-” Yang Ziyue bit her lips, her eyes slightly teary. “How could you guys just watch and do nothing?”

Yang Ziyue was from a pretty good family and they had pampered her all her life. At this moment, she was afraid, so it was hard not to complain a little.

Yang Ziyue's tone had an insuppressible hint of blame in it.

“Tsk,” Qin Yi scoffed, “Watch and do nothing? If that was so, then I wouldn't have come out. In the apocalyptic world, n.o.body would talk to you about morals, alright?”

Qin Yi shook her head slightly—she didn't regret saving this young lady, but she was a bit disappointed.

Yang Ziyue had no reb.u.t.tal. She also knew about that, but she was terrified and couldn't help but be slightly emotional. This person was good-looking, but she was aloof and had no warmth at all.

“Tsk, you're like a block of ice. What a waste of that face,” Yang Ziyue grumbled softly, but Qin Yi heard everything.

This was undoubtedly a young lady with princess syndrome. Why was she throwing a tantrum in front of Qin Yi? Qin Yi wasn't her mother and didn't owe her anything.

“Ay, let me ask you, what's that man's name just now? He saved me and I want to thank him properly. Could you bring me to meet him?” After hesitating for a while, Yang Ziyue finally said what was in her heart.

That man was like a precious treasure that arrived on a colorful cloud to save her.

Yang Ziyue had completely disregarded Qin Yi at this moment and forgotten that she was the one who had saved her.

There was apparent adoration and admiration in the young lady's eyes and her cheeks were flushed—she seemed quite charming and sweet.

However, Qin Yi's countenance turned icy.

“I'm the one who saved you and he is my man, yet you're coveting him?”

Qin Yi's eyes were ice-cold and covered in frost; Yang Ziyue felt a chill run down her spine.

Yang Ziyue's face turned pale, not only because Qin Yi showed her sovereignty, but because of her threatening manner.

Before she could speak, she felt a sharp pain in her head, fainting.

Yun Huan got rid of the s.p.a.ce and walked over to Qin Yi. He was all smiles as he spoke, “Qiqi, I'm really happy.”

Yun Huan kissed Qin Yi. His little fella had shown her sovereignty just now. He really liked when she had called him 'my man.'

“I'm not.”

Qin Yi's gaze was indifferent as she suddenly stepped on Yun Huan's face harshly—this person was always attracting bees and b.u.t.terflies.

Yun Huan's handsome face contorted slightly but he didn't stop Qin Yi. Truly, the only person who dared to do this to Yun Huan was Qin Yi.