Mo Shichen's eyelids lifted, and his deep, tranquil eyes fixed on her.
Compared to Miss Muse's clearly fluctuating and even agitated emotions, he was like an endless ocean, calm on the surface, with no reefs breaking the sea level, yet there was an undercurrent about to form vortexes, threatening to drag someone in.
He didn't speak for a long while.
His already gloomy gaze turned even colder, making the bedroom, with its drawn curtains, seem even chillier. It unsettled Miss Muse so much that her heart felt like it was in disarray and she quickly became anxious.
Being looked at with such eyes made every nerve in her body uncomfortable.
She couldn't help herself and eventually asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"