Lin Yixun suddenly realized that even attending a large gathering with Leng Yixiu and having her unbearable identity exposed to everyone would be a thousand, ten thousand times better than now.
At this moment, all she wanted was to escape, to leave here as quickly as possible.
However, at that very moment, a strong arm tightly held her shoulder, and she fell into a cold embrace, with Leng Yixiu's gentle voice sounding above her head.
"Where did you go just now? You were gone for so long?"
Trembling, Lin Yixun turned her head and saw Leng Yixiu staring at her unblinkingly, his handsome face wearing a gentle smile, but she knew well that it was all a facade.
His gaze was icy cold, and the strength with which he held her was astonishing. She even had the illusion that his fingers were made of steel because they were so powerful.
