Thinking about the scene when she had changed her makeup after returning, Mu Yin didn't know if he had noticed, and a cold sweat broke out along her spine.
"If it wasn't me, who did you think it was? Chu Junli?" The man snorted coldly, his breath hitting her face, carrying an intense danger and aggression.
Seeing this face, not the one he had imagined, he didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment, was it disappointment, anger?
Or was it some other indescribable taste.
He didn't know, but right then, every cell in his body was boiling, every nerve tightened, wishing he could devour her alive.
"..." Mu Yin's heartbeat was a bit chaotic, and she wanted to turn her head away.
But he firmly gripped her chin with his large hand, forcing her to face him, giving her no chance to move, "What? Nothing to say now?"
His eyes tightened into a crimson hue, like an angered beast.
