Song Qinghuan jumped in fright, nervously swallowing her saliva, indicating that Shi Yuhuan wouldn't be furious just because she touched his accessories, would he?!
She involuntarily took two steps back: "What, you're not going to be petty, are you? I was just trying to take a look at your necklace, because…it…it's quite good-looking."
Shi Yuhuan stood in front of her, the air filled with a refreshing smell after a bath, his slender right hand reached out to Song Qinghuan, "Give it to me."
His voice was composed, stern, and cold.
Song Qinghuan trembled, she clenched her teeth and tried to hold back, but finally couldn't resist the chill emanating from Shi Yuhuan, and placed the leather carving necklace in his hand.
Without daring to linger any longer, she took a step intending to rush to the bathroom.
