"Let go!"
Her voice was urgent and angry. She didn't know what came to mind, but Lu Ziyuan's expression chilled as well. He said, "Be good, don't fight with me. I don't want to hurt you."
His emotions were unstable now, and he couldn't take her mockery and humiliation.
If she were to splash a cup of cold tea over, he couldn't guarantee what he would do.
With that, he slowly let go of her wrist, picked up the half-drunk cup of tea, drank it all, filled it up again, and drank it down once more.
A bit of water dripped from the corner of his lips, which he wiped away casually.
He was, after all, a princely heir raised in the Marquis Mansion, yet somehow managed to drink tea with a sense of unruliness, completely removed from any sense of refinement.
Xie Wanqing rubbed her wrist, turning her face away from him.
She found him both annoying and detestable, but he had reached a point of arrogance with nothing to hold him back. What could she do?
