"Really?" The man's thin lips approached the tip of her nose, his deep voice reaching Lin Yixun's ears, "Then I won't be polite."
"Stop wasting time, just do it!" Lin Yixun closed her eyes, forcing herself to stay calm.
Suddenly, the man lifted her chin and commanded in a deep voice, "Look at me!"
Lin Yixun was forced to turn her face, lifting her eyes to look at the man in front of her. Under the dim yellow light, the man's features were exceptionally sharp, and her reflection could be seen in his dark eyes. There was something in his eyes that she couldn't describe, but Lin Yixun had no interest in exploring what it was.
The two of them locked eyes, their breaths intermingling. They were so close that they could clearly see the slightest fluctuation on each other's faces. On Lin Yixun's face, Leng Yixiu still saw coldness and indifference. Her eyes no longer held the infatuation and fervor from five years ago.
