The moment their eyes collided, Gu Luoxin's heart skipped two beats before it proceeded to pound and thrash around his chest cavity with such frenzy that he nearly went into hiccups.
A vague premonition arose in his heart, that whatever term Noir was about to state ought to involve him within. How to describe it? It was an ominous hunch when you, a slack student, made eye contact with the teacher on the podium and then you instinctively knew you're going to be called to answer questions the next second. It was precisely that sense of foreboding coursing through Gu Luoxin's body right now.
He couldn't help but slap himself mentally. Wake up, you fool! How could Senior possibly choose you?!
He was neither rich enough as Shen Nianzu or strong enough as Jin Jiuchi to fulfil Noir's request!
