She could not pull her hand out successfully. Zuo Yue turned to look at him, only to see his deep black eyes open again. This time, it was not as calm as before. It was like a strange silence before a beast was about to explode.
Zuo Yue looked at him stiffly and tried to pull her hand out again. Xu Chengfeng simply retracted his large palm and held her hand in his palm.
The two of them lay on the same bed in the dark night. They did not speak to each other and only communicated with their eyes. The anxiety and uneasiness in her eyes, and the dangerous storm that was gradually approaching in his seemingly calm eyes, everything seemed to be a terrible mime.
It was only when Zuo Yue felt a little pain from his hand that she tried her best not to make a sound. However, with just a slight movement, Xu Chengfeng seemed to have felt something and suddenly let go of her hand.
