"Protecting me? So in your eyes, this is how you protect someone—by imprisoning them?" Su Junxin scoffed. Her chopstick clutching hand edged closer, the sharp tip pricking his delicate neck skin, a faint coppery scent permeating the space between them.
Her gaze was indifferent and disgusted, and meeting her eyes made Li Weize's heart feel like it was gripped by a merciless hand, causing him pain so intense that each breath was a slash of a knife, but he masochistically wouldn't look away.
This was the first time she had willingly come this close to him.
A sudden intensifying pain around his neck yanked him back from his thoughts. Li Weize swallowed hard and spoke in a hoarse whisper, "I'll take you to someone. Then you'll understand."
Su Junxin furrowed her brows slightly and after a stalemate, slowly retracted her hand, tucking the blood-stained chopsticks back into her sleeve and stepping back half a step.
Li Weize didn't miss her defensive action and his gaze grew darker.
