He saw that Jiang Yu had given up on killing him.
The smile in the young man's eyes deepened. His dark eyes were like black jade, but Jiang Yu could not see them.
His eyes became gentler.
He simply did not want Jiang Yu to be punished.
Jiang Yu turned around and realized that the man was still holding her hand.
“..？”
"Hey, let me go," Jiang Yu said with a frown.
What's with the pulling and tugging!
The young man shook his head, his eyelashes curled and thick, and his voice was gentle and pleasant. "No, I'm not done."
He pursed his lips stubbornly.
Jiang Yu's lips curved into a wicked smile. The young man suddenly had an ominous feeling when he saw her smile.
She reached out and pulled her hand away. Then, she poked the man's shoulder with a finger.
Her voice was a little lazy and nasal, which added a bit of coquettishness.
"Stay away from me, I don't like you."
"Did you hear that?"
