The slight upward tilt to her voice carried an indefinable emotion, making one's heart race with a thrilling, nervous tremor.
Qi Jingshen was utterly dazed. The tall, handsome man knelt on the floor, his chest heaving as he panted heavily. He said nothing, merely staring defiantly at Yu Lan with his deep green eyes.
Yu Lan lowered her eyes, meeting Qi Jingshen's gaze head-on.
At this very moment, if Yu Lan had to use a single word to describe Qi Jingshen, only one came to mind: compelling.
His features were wild and defiant—an incredibly arrogant face. And yet, it was faintly flushed, with the crimson palm prints clearly visible.
In Qi Jingshen's eyes, beneath the thick layer of defiance, there was also an almost imperceptible hint of shame and humiliation.
'He's actually capable of feeling shame?'
An idea suddenly struck Yu Lan. She looked over at Huo Zhanting and the others standing not far off and gave an order:
