Lu Fenying didn't react. He just leaned there and looked at her coldly. If it wasn't for his sharp eyes and strong aura, one would think that he was a statue.
Mo Qian'er stood up and walked toward him. "This is the contract."
She held out the contract in front of him, but Lu Fenying's gaze didn't move. He stared at her.
Mo Qian'er didn't retreat. She held out the contract, unmoving.
Lu Fenying only looked at her. Mo Qian'er only knew that his eyes were sharp and cold, and she couldn't see his emotions.
Would he let her go?
Would he hit her?
Would he lock her up?
No… Lu Fenying cherished his life. He knew how powerful the contract was.
He wouldn't let himself be killed by a Heavenly Tribulation.
Time passed. The sky outside grew dark and rain poured down. Mo Qian'er's hands were sore and numb, but she still didn't draw them back.
