In the midst of her delirious passion, Ye Wanwan faintly saw bloody lines covering every inch of his body, spreading toward his heart from light to dark, creating a shocking sight.
Ye Wanwan recalled Nameless Nie's words, and a scorching fire festered in her chest.
This guy—he clearly looked like a haughty flower who didn't dabble in mortal matters and abstained from all emotions, not showing a single symptom and causing her to nearly start doubting herself. In the end…
His disguise was seriously too good, wasn't it?
If she had managed Si Yehan as an actor, they would've probably gotten an Oscar by now.
Ye Wanwan's gaze traced up his chest to his neck, his collarbones, his nose… until she met an intense gaze.
His eyes were cool and unfathomable, but a heat blazed inside his eyes, as though he wanted to incinerate and melt her, as though she was the only person in his entire world.
