Nan Zhi's long and curled eyelashes fluttered and she did not dare to hold his deep gaze for long.
She had only just looked away when her chin was held firmly by his long fingers. He forced her to look into his dark eyes.
"Nan Zhi, do you want to leave me that badly?" The tenseness in his face was palpable, from his clenched jaw to the anger in his furrowed brows. His voice was low and held a note of warning.
How he was behaving now was completely different from his usual cold and shameless manner in front of her.
The Mu Sihan in front of her was ice-cold and dangerous.
There was no hint of warmth at all.
Furrowing her eyebrows, Nan Zhi wanted to push away the large hand holding on to her chin. Seeing her struggle, he let her chin loose, but held on to her waist instead.
The unyielding grip on her waist was so strong that she felt like she was going to break.