As soon as he said that, Lin Xiao wanted to viciously slap himself. His act had been going so well, but he'd just ruined it.
Even though the room was pitch-black, Lin Xiao could still clearly see the terrifying killing intent that flashed through Shen Jingzhe's eyes.
"You really can see!" Her chilly voice echoed in the room, washing over him with a bone-piercing coldness.
Lin Xiao knew she was angry. Utterly furious.
"See? See what? I just asked why you hadn't taken off your clothes. Did I say something wrong?"
"Hmph! Even now, you still dare to argue? Lin Xiao, you have some serious nerve!" Shen Jingzhe seethed, her voice dripping with killing intent.
Forget it. Lin Xiao's first instinct was to play dumb, to deny everything and hope he could muddle his way through.
But this woman was obviously not so easily fooled. More importantly, a longsword emitting a cold gleam had somehow appeared in her hand, its blade now resting against his neck.
"Alright, I can see!"
