The fabric covering her face loosened with her movement and slipped off. Their eyes met, catching them off guard.
Her breath hitched. Jiang Qingli could clearly see her reflection in the young man's eyes, and the hazy, captivated look he wore because of her.
"Untie them for me."
Repeating the words, Xie Youchen stared into her eyes as he spoke.
Just as when he used to teach her anything, his voice was deep, slow, and gentle, possessing a sense of rightness that was hard to refuse.
Jiang Qingli faintly realized she wasn't facing a mindless beast, but a top-tier Hunter who understood her completely.
If she freed him, she would likely lose the upper hand.
Jiang Qingli didn't like the feeling of losing control, yet in this moment, a strange sensation swelled in her heart like a rising tide.
A longing to melt away with him in the silent night, to lose all control and just fall.
