"Not interested in me? Then who are you interested in? Shen Ji? Or some suitor who has caught your fancy?"
Ling Qingan slightly tilted her head up, her brows and eyes still smiling brightly. She instinctively withdrew the hand that had just grabbed Wen Jichen's lapel, placing it between their bodies to create as much distance as possible.
"Interested in anyone but you!"
Wen Jichen's face darkened, his eyes cold and intimidating. His gaze fell on her lips, watching as they uttered those piercing words, his eyes deepening as if they could drip ink. He slowly locked eyes with her, and those eyes were still beautiful and charming, yet as calm as still water, like a lifeless pool.
Thinking about what to say to stir a ripple in those beautiful eyes, but even he, or everything between them, she no longer cared about.
He slightly curled his lips into a smile, a hint of coldness emerging from the curve.
"Ling Qingan, you should know the consequences of angering me."
