Yet now, his eyes dark as ink seemed to be brewing a storm.
Xie Wanqing merely looking made her legs weak. She swallowed, trying to remain calm, "I didn't lie to you."
Lu Ziyuan let out a strange smile, "Really? Do you also want to tell me that Pei Yuqing is a worthless coward?"
Xie Wanqing was about to speak, but his fingertip pressed against her lips.
"Alright, save your energy. I'll check myself."
As he said this, he lifted his hand to lightly touch her shoulder and neck, and the struggling girl instantly froze, unable to move a muscle except for those beautiful eyes still glaring at him.
Lu Ziyuan bent down to kiss her eyes, his warm lips touching her trembling eyelids, full of affection.
But his hands didn't pause, expertly undoing her clothes.
In the bitter cold of midwinter, she was wearing several layers. He patiently unraveled them one by one, finally reaching into the right side of her collar with slight force.
