His eyes were sharp and cold, like a knife stabbing into Lin Jiaojiao's heart!
He was so frightened that his hands trembled.
The lighter fell on the floor and made a clicking sound.
Darkness descended once more.
Lin Jiaojiao could clearly hear her own breathing.
He was anxious and flustered.
Lin Hanxing's eyes did not have a trace of chaos when she glanced at him fearfully just now. It was as if her weakness from before was just her imagination.
Suddenly.
She moved.
The bright, silver moonlight poured in from the window.
Kada.
Lin Hanxing bent down to pick up the lighter and lit it up again.
The fire made her delicate face look even more cold and distant.
The incense candles were burning.
The sweet fragrance became more and more intense.
The fear in Lin Jiaojiao's heart gradually grew.
"You ..."
"Are you surprised?"
