On the deep-colored leather sofa, Xu Si's eyes were calm and steady. Her slender wrist exerted strength, smoothing out the wrinkles on the pillow. The fabric's fine texture, soft like pastry against her pale skin, was exceptionally breathable and comfortable.
Leaning against a large black wine rack, she wore a solemn and detached expression as she spoke earnestly, "I'm not doing anything. I've just decided to sleep in your room to make it convenient for you to silently suck my blood in the middle of the night."
The atmosphere immediately shifted.
Pei Zhen leaned against the iron railing by the windowsill, his handsome eyes half-closed, his gaze hotly fixed on her. A finger ignited a cigarette, and he exhaled a stream of smoke with restrained ease. Within the light haze, a smile pulled at his lips, his violently enchanting features becoming even more enticing. His voice was as cool as the Devil's breath.
"Sister, are you blaming me?"
He could indeed see through people's hearts.
