He finally turned her around and held her in his arms. He pinched her chin and bit her soft lips hard.
"You really... dare to say anything?"
Ning Li cried out in pain.
Without him restraining her, her hands were finally free.
She raised her hand to cover her mouth and murmured, feeling wronged.
"It hurts..."
It was just a question. Why was he angry all of a sudden?
Lu Huaiyu did not pay attention to her, lifting her into his arms instead.
He could not settle this score anymore.
If he continued to be calculative, he really did not know what he could do anymore.
Ning Li was relieved because she did not have to face the mirror anymore.
She looked at his sharp and taut jawline and sensed that his aura seemed to be more dangerous than when she had entered the room.
She could not help but whisper, "Lu Huaiyu, why is your temper not as good as before?"
He had never been like this before.
