Xi Zheng's eyes wouldn't even blink, as if someone had cast a immobilization spell on him, leaving his body completely stiff.
What was merely a touch as light as a dragonfly skimming the water felt to him like a match had been struck, flaring up with the ferocity of a wildfire, burning until his head was dizzy and buzzing.
Why had he once mistaken An Chuyu for being cold? She only appeared cold on the surface, but in reality, she was more skilled at manipulating emotions than anyone.
Xi Zheng had never felt this way before, his heart beating as if it were on the brink of death. He had to admit one thing: this woman could easily make him throw off his armor and forget everything else.
As if that wasn't enough, she blinked her eyes lightly, whispering in his ear, "You said you're not deaf and can hear clearly, so did you catch what I just said?"
Xi Zheng pressed his lips together tightly, took a deep breath, and thought to himself that he didn't want to waste words with her now.