The man's throat felt like it was stuffed with a clump of glutinous rice, and he subconsciously averted his own gaze, not looking at Lu Xiaoyou's captivating eyes.
Long Xiliang clenched the towel in his hand, the cold droplets of water being squeezed out between his fingers. It was as if his heart, being tugged by a fine thread, was gushing blood. Yet, his entire chest was cold…
"I… will kill you again!" he growled through gritted teeth, the words sounding more like a warning to himself.
Lu Xiaoyou sat on his lap, leaning into his embrace. She wanted to lift her head, but whenever she moved her neck, the bruised areas would itch, forcing her to keep her head down.
"So tell me now, what exactly are your feelings for me?"
The cave was quiet and chilly, even Lu Xiaoyou's voice seemed to catch the coldness.
Parting his thin lips, Long Xiliang spoke, "I love you…"
Lu Xiaoyou smiled, "You love me, so you can't kill me."
