Ruan Mengmeng's words were not giving li junyu any face at all.
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the man's uncertain face suddenly turn cold. His dark eyes, which were covered in ice, were so cold that it was frightening.
Ruan Mengmeng's little hand was placed on her chest. Her eyes were wide open, and she met his cold gaze without showing any weakness.
In fact, the hair on his back was already standing on end.
If it wasn't for her pride, she might have already lost her integrity and hugged Lord tyrant's long legs, begging for mercy.
The air froze at this moment.
Li junyu's dark, Jade-like pupils fell on that cute little face. He gently retracted his palm that was pinching her jaw.
you're right, Yingluo, " he said in an extremely low voice that exuded an aura of abstinence.
"I did say that I will no longer care about you. However, this doesn't mean that others can interfere."
