The air seemed to have frozen at this moment.
Lin Shanchu's cold eyes gradually revealed a trace of ridicule.
"Why did you stop?"
Lu Shiyuan's hand that was raised in the air slowly clenched into a fist.
Lin Shanchu's lips curved up slightly as she looked at Lu Shiyuan with interest.
"In the past, you would never stop when you raised your hand to slap me. Why are you so cowardly now that you even hesitate to slap me?"
When she said this, she used her usual gentle tone.
Her nonchalant tone made it seem like she was talking about someone else's business.
But her eyes were cold.
It was a bone-chilling cold.
Lu Shiyuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.
It was like being pricked by needles.
It was a long and intense pain.
It was so deep that one couldn't see the bottom.
