Lu Liangwei felt her face was suddenly burning hot ferociously.
The shudder that came with his slightly coarse knuckles brushing across her face seemed to linger on her face for quite a while, rendering her slightly helpless.
The ice-cold sensation in her hand pulled her back from the reverie.
She lowered her head only to see the dagger she had returned. She was confused for a while.
What did this mean?
Why did Long Yang return the dagger to her again?
She frowned.
Right then, Zhu Yu walked in from outside, her small face looking pale.
There was a tray in her hands with two cups of tea on it, which had turned cold.
She placed the tray on the table after she entered and looked at her Miss. She wanted to say something but did not know how to.
"Miss, you and…"
She had no idea how to phrase her words.
She had heard everything that had happened in the room while outside.
