Zhuo Jian came to his senses and turned around sharply.
The four eyes looked at each other, one was authoritative and strong, the other was panicked.
Zhuo Jian clung to the glass, staring blankly at the people who suddenly came over.
"Zhuo Jian, who gave you the courage to betray me?"
He looked down at her condescendingly and questioned her clearly every word.
Zhuo Jian felt that her breathing was not smooth, and she looked at him but did not dare to move away.
Because once she moved away, she was afraid that he would immediately raise his hand and break her neck.
"Huh? Tell me."
Fu Yanye looked at her panic, raised his hand and pinched her arm, his eyes became even colder.
Not sure whether it was because of the sudden thunder and lightning storm outside, or because of the strong sense of oppression he suddenly gave, Zhuo Jian looked at him and almost lost his soul.
"Who gave you the courage?"
His voice was softer, but still intimidating.
His hand slowly moved up her wrist until it moved away from her shoulder and pinched her gentle chin.
Zhuo Jian was forced to raise his head and continued to look up at him.
His eyes no longer focused on her majestic eyes, but looked at her lips.
He pressed it gently with his thumb, feeling the coolness on her lips and her breathing lightly.
His eyes looked down from her lips to her slender neck, then down, and finally faintly glanced at her crystal clear eyes.
He is the king who controls everything, but she is just the one who lives in a humble way.
Before she understood what was going on, she was just looking for it on his face.
Then I saw how cunning his enigmatic eyes were.
How could she presume to know his thoughts?
My legs suddenly lost the strength to support me, and my waist became weak.
"ah."
Just when her chin was about to slip from his hand, her waist was suddenly tightened.
She continued to look up at him, wondering why he didn't let her fall.
The man looked down at her condescendingly and smiled coldly: "Are your legs weak now? I haven't done anything to you yet."
"Fu..."
Her voice was trembling a little, and it was difficult for her to utter a single word.
"Fu? Fu what?"
He asked her in a low but intimidating voice.
"Fu, Fu..."
"Um?"
"Fu, Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian finally read out his name, and his hand against the glass behind was sweating, and he could no longer press tightly against the glass.
Her whole body was about to slide down.
She is not sure now whether she is in the real world or a dream.
Otherwise, what happened to Fu Yanye in front of me?
"Humph, you still remember my name."
He sneered, and the palm on her waist suddenly squeezed hers hard, causing her little face to twist, which was no bigger than a palm.
"You are so afraid of me, how dare you have an affair with that man named Liu Yuntian?"
Fu Yanye asked her again.
But she was not clear about anything.
"you......"
Zhuo Jian looked at him, but couldn't ask.
"What am I? I can't question? Or I can't be angry?"
"No......"
She was so weak that she could hardly shake her head.