In an instant, Yan Xiaye felt a sudden chill sweep over her heart for no apparent reason.
She swallowed unconsciously and stared at the man who had just locked the door and turned around to face her with composure, suddenly overcome with an impulse to flee in panic.
No, this wasn't right. No matter how Li Yuntang teased and bullied her, she had never felt such a complex sense of dread... Could she have mistaken him for someone else?
An inexplicable tension gripped her heart like an invisible hand, and Yan Xiaye, disregarding the rules of the ball, asked anxiously with panic in her eyes, "Li Yuntang, don't scare me, is it you?"
The figure stiffened noticeably and then, overwhelmed with jealous rage, advanced towards her. His voice, tinged with jealousy was evident, "Yan Xiaye, so you really did come with the Younger Uncle."
With that said, the man removed the bothersome mask and threw it onto the carpet, revealing the handsome and flawless face beneath it.
