They held each other's gazes.
Si Yiyan's eyes were dark and gloomy like black agates—prestigious, mysterious, opulent and outstanding.
His resplendent eyes seemed to contain immeasurable power. Behind his reserved and composed front lied insanity, and there was a strong need for possession amongst his mysteriousness. It was as if he was extremely unreasonable, powerful and irresistible.
It was Wen Xinya's first time seeing such a complicated gaze.
Si Yiyan pinched her chin and increased his grip. "Greed, stupidity, and anger. Which one do I possess?"
His hoarse voice seemed to have been polished. However, it also sounded rather smooth and ostentatious.
