Shen Yinning's eyelids trembled slightly.
No wonder she felt someone watching her that night—it turned out to be Xue Ling...
He had actually told Lu Ying about her secret meeting with Cui Ji!
But she had just promised Lu Ying that she wouldn't meet Cui Ji again!
She abruptly felt a chilling sense of oppression radiating from Lu Ying, so overwhelming it nearly suffocated her.
She slowly looked toward Lu Ying.
He was holding a porcelain cup, sipping tea with extraordinary grace and poise. Yet the sharp contours of his profile were cold and indifferent, his narrowed Dan Feng eyes seemingly concealing a storm. The deep black irises were like inky clouds pressing down on a fortress, ready to shatter it at any moment.
Recalling the torment this man was capable of inflicting, Shen Yinning's delicate body shook violently beneath the layers of her gown.
Her eyes reddened, and with her soft, boneless little hand, she clutched at Lu Ying's sleeve. "Lu Ying gege, I didn't…"
