Hearing Ye Qing's words, Xue'er felt like something had exploded in her ears, her mind turning completely blank.
The man's fingers wrapped around her slender neck like a chain. Slowly, it became more and more difficult for her to breathe, but he didn't use too much strength and pushed her away very quickly.
He stopped touching her, as if she was tainted and he would dirty his hands if he did. Xue'er fell on the floor as her pretty face paled. Her long lashes fluttered as she stared at the man sitting on the sofa.
As he stared down at her with a temperature-less expression, he looked cold and elegant as he stared at her like he was above her.
This was a Ye Qing she had never seen before.
His eyes on her were no longer soft as they were and were only left with a penetrating coldness.
At that moment, Xue'er understood that he didn't like her anymore. The only thing she could grab onto, had somehow disappeared.
