Yan Rouxi's words worked like magic.
Gu Yixuan froze mid-swing, his chest heaving, his fists still trembling with fury. Slowly, his grip on Lu Jinchen's collar loosened. He turned, his sharp gaze locking on Yan Rouxi.
"Why are you stopping me? Do you want to kiss this man? Do you have feelings for him, Yan Rouxi?" he asked, his voice low but heavy with accusation.
Yan Rouxi's eyes flew wide. For a moment, she was too stunned to speak. "What?" she breathed, unable to believe he would dare ask her something so ridiculous.
She was about to snap back at him when, suddenly, she noticed something from the corner of her eye. Her eyes moved from Gu Yixuan's angry face to Lu Jinchen's swaying body. She narrowed her eyes, staring hard, feeling something strange.
The cunning expression on Lu Jinchen's face faded, and he hissed under his breath. His hand shot up to his temple, rubbing it as if trying to push away an invisible pain. He closed his eyes, taking uneven breaths.
