"Senior brother... did you ask her to leave because you were really afraid I'd be angry, or because you feared I might hurt her?"
Lin Qingque's eyes were slightly icy, like dew on the willow branches in February, clear and piercing as if capable of reflecting a person's soul.
"Of course, it's true."
Xu Yuan's smile was gentle, with no hint of guilt, his demeanor as open and upright as a gentleman's.
Dealing with them had long trained him in the instincts for lying and acting; how could he possibly let her detect anything amiss?
Seeing him act so frank and natural, most of the suspicions in their hearts instantly dissipated.
Meanwhile, under the table, with limbs weak and satisfaction from earlier lingering, Chu Bingyan, inhaling the strong scent of the man before her, couldn't help but have her eyes become blurred and hazy again.
