Xu Si froze.
Pei Zhen leaned back on the spacious sofa, looking up at her, and downed the glass of wine again.
He knew—
Xu Si pursed her lips but didn't relax in the slightest due to his indifference or his continuing to drink.
On the contrary, this made her realize more clearly that he hadn't found out after tasting it; he had known from the start, yet he still drank it.
What kind of emotion was this? The man even seemed surprised that it wasn't poison.
How crazy.
It was as if he would have swallowed it without any change in expression even if it were poison.
Xu Si felt her body stiffen. She walked to the edge of the sofa, her voice tinged with a hint of confusion.
"If you knew, why did you still drink it?"
"Didn't you say it was specially prepared for me?" he said nonchalantly, his rebellious nature evident.
Xu Si stopped in her tracks because of his words.
A sour feeling began to well up in her heart.
