A stern gaze lingered in his eyes, and Mu Lin could clearly feel the oppression emanating from Jing Chen's body.
The person in front of her now was vastly different from the man she had been in contact with and lived with in her daily life. He was Jing Chen, but at the same time, he was not Jing Chen.
The Jing Chen in front of Mu Lin had always been unruly, contentious, and sometimes even compliant. But now, the man standing in front of her was radiating an aura of madness, as if the blood in his body was boiling and raging.
He was dangerous.
Every cell on Mu Lin's body was cautioning her, reminding her to be careful.
The curve drawn at the corner of his mouth was melodious, clear, and perfect, bringing a fatal danger like a poppy.
Mu Lin remained still, waiting for the eagle in front of her to attack first.
The next moment, Jing Chen moved; his speed was astonishing. Without any mercy, he launched an attack on Mu Lin.
