Faced with such a Zhan Moxiao, Xie Shichen couldn't help but shudder twice as if Master Xiao had returned to the brutal battlefield, "Moxiao, don't take this too far. It won't be good if someone gets hurt."
Zhan Moxiao didn't speak and got up to leave. His silhouette looked as regal as a grand general marching over a field of bones, which left Ou Lan somewhat mesmerized.
This man was incredibly handsome, breathtakingly so, and she felt her heart pounding "thump, thump, thump."
However, Master Xiao suddenly turned around. His picturesque eyes glanced at her slantingly, sending a chill through her, brutally tearing apart the beautiful image.
Ou Lan shivered. Every second with him felt like walking on thin ice beside a tiger. He was definitely a tyrant, an unpredictable one at that.
When they first met, he had embraced her warmly, and now, he was as cold as the north wind in December.
What had she done to upset him again? Good grief!
