When Su Qianxun came out of the bathroom, she saw that Long Sijue was sitting on the couch. She did not expect him to return so quickly. Her heart skipped a beat as a hint of panic flashed past her eyes.
Long Sijue had his gaze fixed on the young woman from the moment she stepped out of the bathroom. Hence, he caught the fear in her eyes with his sharp senses.
'She's still afraid of me…'
A hint of danger flashed past Long Sijue's cold, eagle-like eyes. He stared at the little thing from a distance, raised his head, and downed the glass of wine in his hand. As usual, he was leaning against the couch in a languid manner.
Su Qianxun stared at him as he put down the empty wine glass. She then realized what she needed to do. She walked over in a hurry and took the initiative to pour him another glass of wine.
