Mi Shen's heart skipped a beat again, and her fingers curled subconsciously at her sides as she stared unblinkingly into his eyes.
Li Fengchang's gaze shifted away, idly stroking the gilt bracelet on his wrist as his thin lips parted slightly, and a soft voice floated out, "Of course."
Molly's mouth curled up in triumph; as long as he didn't intervene, the punishment was inevitable.
She turned her head, eager to witness Mi Shen's look of disappointment, but found that Shen had already cast her gaze downward, her lips pressed together tightly, her expression unreadable.
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The night was silent, and the lights were dim.
In the courtyard, Molly deliberately picked a path covered with pebbles, looked back at Mi Shen, and said, "This will do."
As she spoke, she tugged on her clothes, preparing to kneel.
Mi Shen suddenly let out a cold laugh and said, "Isn't your intention just to torment me? Is it necessary to drag yourself into this as well?"