Qin Shu was perfectly calm as she sat on the sofa staring at Fu Tingyu. The lower hem of his bathrobe was exactly two centimetres above his knees, revealing his long, slender legs as he approached her, anxious.
No sooner had Fu Tingyu sat down beside his wife than the glinting edge of Broken Moon was raised, poised against him. It stopped him from leaning towards Qin Shu.
Fu Tingyu eyed the dagger in his wife's hand. He recognised it. How could he not, when it was a gift from Qin Feng to Qin Shu? Broken Moon was a blade with few equals.
Qin Shu adored Broken Moon and always kept it on her person.
He locked eyes with Qin Shu. There could only be one reason for her sudden appearance.
"You're here because you heard I got drunk..."
Qin Shu's frigid gaze was all the answer he got. With Broken Moon trained in his direction, he knew she was angry. Very, very angry.
