To get a clear understanding of the specific situation with Lin Qingya's body, Han Yu didn't get up. His eyes were shining as he looked at her and said, "Qingya, you seem a bit off today."
"Is that so? I'm very happy today. What's the matter, don't you like the current me?"
Lin Qingya smiled playfully, her tempting lips brushing against Han Yu's cheek. This provocation made Han Yu feel restless, almost wanting to take her right there and then.
Seeing that Han Yu's gaze was somewhat hazy, with all his attention on her, a cold light flashed in Lin Qingya's eyes. She then silently raised her right hand, transforming it into a knife hand, and quietly approached Han Yu's nape.
"Yu, love me!"
Lin Qingya called out softly; then her gaze turned incredibly sharp as her right hand, formed into a knife hand, swiftly struck towards Han Yu's nape at high speed.
