The man stared at her, and a fierce light flashed through the gloom in his eyes, "I suppose so."
I suppose so?
Feeling his gaze, Zhan Se shuddered, goosebumps almost popping out.
After a few exchanges of looks, she tried to pull her hand back, but the man held on even tighter, his gaze on her growing hotter and hotter—so hot it seemed not like eyes but like knife blades hiding twin clusters of fire.
Having been in contact with him for so long, Zhan Se knew what that fire represented.
Her heart thudded tumultuously as she could feel the part of him that was seated becoming as hard as iron again. In her panic, she suddenly remembered that each time she stayed with Surname Quan, they could hardly exchange a few words before his fiery gaze would bear down on her, as if he couldn't wait to strip her naked.
That was what she found most disgusting.
Fearing she would melt under his heat, she shifted her body and put on a serious face while his reason was still with him.
