(Warning: This chapter contains violence which might be disturbing for some readers. Although this chapter will show two different sides of Xiran.)
"What type of question is that?" She asked him nervously.
"The type I want an answer to." His eyes bore into her with a passion, ready to consume that aquamarine ocean into his greyish pit.
"I don't know." She blurted out.
"You don't know or you don't want to tell?" He wasn't going to let this go so easily.
"I haven't thought about it, it's not on my agenda of now." She tried to escape his gaze which was making her utterly nervous but his both hands had jailed her face, making it an impossible task.
"Can you make it your agenda for a few seconds and answer me?" His voice had an edge of pleading in it.
