Sometimes, she really suspected him of having a dual personality, or even dissociative identity disorder. How else could he transition so naturally between coldness and passion?
After applying the medicinal wine, Shi Yuhuan looked up and found Song Qinghuan staring blankly at him. He raised an eyebrow and met her gaze: "What are you looking at?"
Song Qinghuan quickly snapped back to reality and shook her head: "Nothing special."
He looked up, his gaze effortlessly elegant and indifferent, landing on her face. His lips slightly curved in a shallow smile as he asked in a calm, deep voice: "Do you like what you see?"
There was a drawn-out tone, tainted with a sort of evil charm.
Their eyes met, so close. His penetrating gaze was fiery and electric. Song Qinghuan gave a light cough to cover up her embarrassment: "Could you be less vain? No matter how good you look, I'm not interested."
