The emperor gazed deeply at Su Wan. His obsidian-like eyes did not reveal the slightest bit of emotion.
In an instant, their eyes met.
What had happened earlier was not pleasant at all.
At this moment, Su Wan did not want to see his face at all. She slightly opened her eyes and dodged.
She did not want to remember the pain that was akin to a thousand cuts.
Su Wan lowered her head slightly and could only look at the clean floor in a daze.
Her bare ankles were pressed against the floor, and Su Wan felt a little cold.
Su Wan opened her eyes in a daze, and the floor clearly reflected the man looking down at her from above.
His face did not change at all. It was still as perfect as before, but the figure that was as tall as a god was so cold and distant. There was even disdain.
This feeling was very bad.
Anyway, she did not like it at all.
However, because this man was Jiang Xuecheng, she could not hate him.
