Meng Xi'er was terrified by his gaze, stuttering, "You can go to Yun Qiyan.... She is your official girlfriend."
Lu Yebai slightly lowered his head to look at her, his dark eyes glowing faintly, "Are you jealous, or unwilling?"
Meng Xi'er moved her lips, but was unable to say a word for a long time.
She neither dared to tell the truth nor wanted to lie against her conscience, so she chose to remain silent.
The smile at the corner of Lu Yebai's got colder. He gazed at her for a while, then nodded, "…Yes, you are unwilling…" His fingers pinched her waist; his strength seeming to bruise her. The pain made Meng Xi'er cry out. "You, let me go…!"
The man stared into her eyes, his gaze filled with an impending storm. Meng Xi'er felt a chill run down her spine – she sensed his anger and was scared.
"It seems impossible for you to willingly accept me in this life..." He looked at her, a hint of confusion flashing in his dark eyes, his tone as low as if talking to himself.
