A layer of coldness veiled Qin Ruan's delicate face as she stared intensely at Lin Hao, peering through his skin to the specter of Han Kexin within.
Han Kexin shivered under her gaze and took a step back: "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Qin Ruan's deep eyes unblinkingly stayed on her: "Han Kexin, what are you hiding? Come out now!"
"No I won't!"
Lin Hao retreated two steps, eyeing Qin Ruan warily.
A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of Qin Ruan's lips, her eyes as dark as ink glanced at Lin Hao: "Han Kexin, don't push me or I won't hold back. You will suffer if I have to use force."
Lin Hao's hands clenched tightly into fists, his posture resembling that of a ... meek woman.
Such a delicate mannerism was completely out of place with his manly form. It was profoundly disturbing.
Han Kexin knew very well that she stood no chance against Qin Ruan. If things escalated into a fight, she would surely lose.
