"Because you're Chu Jingnan!" Wen Xinya's red lips, soft and tender like flower petals, every crease on her lips so shockingly fine and delicate, fluttered slightly as they exhaled and gnawed on these four words. Her face changed unpredictably—with every word said, her expression became more bone-chilling. And when she had finished reciting his name, her expression was frosty-cold like shaved ice—chilly and sharp.
Chu Jingnan realized with fear that with her chewing of every word, endless sense of coldness gathered from the surroundings and gushed fiercely towards him—a young, merely fifteen years old girl actually possessed such frightening gaze and demeanor.
But, she was all burningly elegant, magnificently classy, overwhelmingly dominant!
As though everything stood to reason.
