Your presence is petrified by Wen Ruohan. His gaze smoothly passed over you, sliding from bottom to top, an awkward silence hung in the ocean, interrupted by the detection of an auditory ringing passing long, sharp nails along the throne.

With a heavy chime, he leaned back, raising one of his eyebrows. "Did you come back? What do you want this time?" Wen Ruohan's voice sounded cold and distant, but you could also hear a curiosity that made him hardly sit still. You come in too often.

Wen Ruohan was starting to think you just kept coming back to just see him. He had been the one person you asked for no matter what it was. No matter how big or small the problem Wen Ruohan was the person you always bugged. "Well go on them what do you want?" Wen Ruohan hissed.