Tang Wu.
These two characters struck her mind into utter blankness at this very moment.
Tang Wu, he called her... Tang Wu?
Shi Mei watched the man before her in disbelief, yet once again she found herself completely exposed without any defenses in front of him.
Her fright, her helplessness, and that touch of distressing hatred were all deeply buried beneath the dark depths of his eyes.
The hand that Shi Lingyan used to hold her chin intensified slightly, the mist that clouded his gaze seemed to be slowly dissipating, leaving behind only a clear and firm conviction.
Shi Mei's heart fluttered with even more panic, her feigned composure already disrupted, she subconsciously tried to struggle to stand up.
But her arms were tightly restrained; Shi Mei was firmly held in his embrace, the force on her chin causing a panic-inducing pressure, Shi Mei sharply demanded, "Let go..."
The rest of her words were completely sealed by the soft press of lips.
