Instantly, the alcohol spilled down his face.
Both of them froze.
He glared at her.
Weilan also glared back at him.
Their eyes met, both ablaze with fury.
Lu Hechen narrowed his eyes, which were sharp as blades, firmly locking onto Weilan's gaze.
Weilan, feeling even more incensed by his stare, roared, "Get out!"
She intended to infuriate him, but unexpectedly, she ended up infuriating herself.
She was usually such a calm person. How had she suddenly become so petty?
She was angry and annoyed with herself for behaving this way, feeling increasingly immature, childish, and petty.
Yet, a fire was burning inside her, and her chest was filled with anger that she couldn't shake off.
After shouting those words, Lu Hechen stood up.
Water was still dripping from his face; the unfamiliar mask concealed his true complexion, but Weilan could still sense the icy aura radiating from him. He was angry.
