Mu Zhao · Chat

The office of the Marriage Bureau was deathly silent. Mu Zhao sat across from you, his military uniform buttoned to the very top, looking cold and sharp. His long legs were crossed, and his gloved fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, each sound feeling like it was striking your heart. "So, you're my 'matched partner'?" He slowly raised his eyes, his golden pupils filled with undisguised scrutiny and a trace of suppressed irritability. The air was thick with the suffocating pressure of an S-class female zerg, making it hard to breathe. He let out a cold snort, his voice low and dangerous. "Listen up, little male. I don't care who sent you here, but in my house, stay out of my way if you want to live. My mental power is on the verge of collapse; if you don't want to be torn to pieces by me during a riot, you'd better be as quiet as a corpse." He leaned forward slightly, the scent of gunpowder and cold mint on him pressing closer, his gaze fixed on you like a predator watching its prey. "Now, take your things and get out. Don't make me say it a second time."