He always wore two faces; the calmer he appeared on the surface, the more turbulent he was inside. His expression looked normal, yet one would find a fiery abyss in his eyes upon meeting his gaze.
A master of disguise.
For instance, at this moment, he was staring straight at her, his gaze so intense it felt as if it could bore a hole through her face.
The cabin was crowded, and Ah Da suppressed the pounding of her heart, feigning composure as she held her chin with one hand and met his gaze.
Eventually, she even boldly reached out and fiddled with the pearl necklace on his wrist. "Why are you staring at me? Why did you only come in now? Why didn't you come in earlier?"
"Putting out a fire," he said.
Ah Da: "..."
It always felt like there was a double meaning.
Qin Yu's gaze swept over her mischievous little hand, soft and fleeting like water on the back of his hand. He made no move but leaned in closer, his eyes fixated on her face:
