"Lord Quan the Fourth, have you forgotten what you once told me?"
The man's face turned cold with a chilling depth flitting through his torch-like eyes. His lips brushed against hers, harshly biting down, fingers fiercely pinching her cheek, his voice hoarse.
"I've said a lot of things; which one are you referring to?"
"You said..." Zhan Se swallowed hard,
Emperor Quan's lips curled slightly, his gaze mockingly fixed on her, unable to suppress the sinister atmosphere in his eyes.
"I said?"
Zhan Se pursed her lips, nodded, and was about to speak when she heard him continue, "I also said to keep your distance from Yan Zhan. Why haven't you remembered that, hmm?"
Under the vice-like grip, Zhan Se's breathing grew more ragged and her panic mounted.
