He said, "What's the matter, you are bold enough to kill, but why do you become timid when I reveal my feelings to you? Could it be because..."
"...you feel guilty and have a bit of liking for me in your heart?"
Lu Tong stiffened.
Pei Yunmeng stared intently at her, those dark, bright eyes under the lamplight were dazzling and magnificent, refusing to miss any of her expressions.
It was as if on a cold, dark rainy night, someone appeared with a lantern, took your hand, draped a dry and warm cloak over you, and then handed you a cup of warm honey water.
Apparently indifferent, yet always able to warm the lonelier souls.
She liked this warmth, coveted it, but could not indulge herself to draw near; she had to restrain herself, to stay away.
Even though she couldn't deny it.
Her fingertips dug deeper, yet she lifted her head and said indifferently, "I don't like you."
The words were resolute and clear-cut.
Pei Yunmeng was taken aback.