Mu Yuze instinctively froze and his dense lashes trembled as they lifted to peer at He Juan's face. He Juan had no idea what kind of expression he was having right now but certainly it was not any good.
His voice was thick with gravity and the solemnity that brooked no arguments. "Mu Yuze, what did I tell you yesterday? Have you forgotten about it so soon?"
Under his grasp, Mu Yuze's wrist was very thin and slender, the skin velvety and warm. His pulse kicked up a pace, which seemed to drag He Juan's along. At first glance, Mu Yuze would give others the impression that he was very domineering and unapproachable. Yet one after another, He Juan gradually found out that he was not like how he showed on the outside.
