Xu Pei hadn't expected that even after he had averted his gaze, Huo Xiyao was still staring at him.
It made it impossible for him to turn around and leave; what was the difference between that and fleeing in panic?
He would rather lose than appear cowardly; he certainly couldn't be a disgraceful deserter at this moment!
So, gritting his teeth, he looked up to meet Huo Xiyao's cold gaze again.
To his surprise, Huo Xiyao actually smiled at him. Although that smile seemed to mock and scorn him, he indeed smiled at him.
All the blood in Xu Pei's body rushed to his forehead once more. What exactly did this damned man want? Was he trying to provoke him into throwing a punch, into beating him until he was satisfied?
No, it wasn't just about provoking him. His eyes also resembled a cat that had caught a mouse. Instead of eating it immediately, the cat would first play with its prey, leading the mouse from hope to despair and then to the brink of death before finally consuming it.
