Her red lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, to explain something, but in this situation, she had no idea what to say.
Gu Ningyi's gaze became sharper and colder, exuding an extreme sense of danger and oppression, like a dense web covering her from all directions. Fear spread wildly in Dong Xin Yan's heart, cold sweat gradually soaked the back of her clothes.
The hands that originally embraced Gu Ningyi's body became stiff and released, falling to her sides and unconsciously clenched into fists.
Gu Ningyi didn't say a word, his black eyes staring at her intently, as if they could bore two holes into her face. Fear slowly turned Dong Xin Yan's body cold, a chill invaded, her teeth were chattering.
The villa at night was already quiet, but at this moment, it was eerily silent.
