Shen Anlingzi looked up, her eyes wide in disbelief as she stared at Mu Ri.
Mu Ri still held her wrist, his fingers lengthy and powerful, knuckles well-defined and attractive. His expression was a bit strange, neither cold nor warm, but Shen Anlingzi felt a chilling sensation looking at him.
What was he going to do? What did this mean? Shen Anlingzi suddenly began to feel uneasy.
Both of them remained silent, neither one speaking.
It was quite cold standing outside, Shen Anlingzi felt a chill over her body, but the spot on her wrist where she was being held was so hot it almost burned her face red.
Eventually, she was the first to give in, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It's getting late, I should go up and rest?"
"If you have something to say, say it quickly, if not, let go of me, I need to sleep. I have to be up early for shooting tomorrow," that was the entirety of Shen Anlingzi's thoughts.
Upon hearing this, Mu Ri released her hand.