There was no light on in the room. Only the faint moonlight flowed in through the window, coating the room with a layer of faint silver frost.
Silence.
The air seemed to be filled with a subtle atmosphere.
Ning Li stared blankly at Lu Huaiyu.
At the moment, his appearance was clear and handsome. His posture was languid, but inexplicably... different.
Half his face was lit up while the other half was in darkness. His Phoenix eyes were as thick as the sea. He looked at her quietly, giving off a suppressed and dangerous aura.
Ning Li rarely saw him like this, and her heart tightened slightly.
"Second Brother?"
Lu Huaiyu walked toward her.
His steps were slow but rhythmic, like a beast gradually approaching its prey, with a silent and cold greed.
Ning Li instinctively took half a step back, her calves touching the foot of the bed.
Behind her was the bed, and there was no way to retreat.
