On that Cloud Couch, during those intimate moments she initiated, filled with punishment and possession, Chu Zheng's gaze made her feel as if she had fallen into an icy abyss, her whole body uncomfortable.
Deep within that gaze, it was not rejection or anger, but rather a softness that made her heart tremble.
However, that hint of softness was not directed at her, not at the person skin-to-skin with him.
That gaze seemed to see through her body, her Divine Soul, looking at another person.
A shadow that she did not know, but that always lingered, hauntingly.
This feeling, like a malignant growth attached to her, made her heart twist with pain, humiliated and furious with every capture of his gaze like that.
A violent impulse would uncontrollably surge up her head, almost making her want to stretch out her hands, to fiercely strangle him, watching him suffocate, closing those eyes, making that damned shadow vanish completely!
This thought was too dangerous.
