Lu Yang's heart was pounding fiercely in her chest, and her brain rarely fell into brief blankness.
Her gaze became vacant, and she paused without speaking.
She knew that one day he would go crazy, but she didn't expect that day to come so soon.
It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since the last time she calmed him down.
Jiang Yanzhou stared deeply into Lu Yang's eyes, trembling uncontrollably in his internal organs, and said to her, "Can you give me a chance?"
The man's thoughts were clear yet chaotic, on the edge of madness every minute and every second.
Clearly, Jiang Yanzhou was the one luring her into falling for him, but he was also the one tormented by the ambiguity.
The seducer falls into oblivion, while the seduced remains clear-minded.
Lu Yang blinked her eyelashes, dispersing the mist of water, and suddenly, a calm and joyful smile appeared on her face.
"Jiang Yanzhou, you're so uninteresting."
