Because the lights were on, Lin Chu could clearly see Lu Huai'an.
The man was leaning against the sofa, with nearly all the buttons of his black shirt undone, holding a cigarette in one hand and a wine glass in the other. His left leg was propped on the coffee table, smoke surrounding him, presenting an extremely dark demeanor.
Profoundly unfathomable.
The chiseled handsome face was unusually flushed due to alcohol, but his black eyes seemed to be soaked in cold ice, like a deep ice well, the deepest part an endless abyss of pitch black.
He seemed like a highly aggressive leopard, staring intently at Lin Chu, who had entered his territory without permission. It seemed that if she took another step forward, he would pounce and tear her to pieces.
The entire apartment was air-conditioned, but what reminded Lin Chu of the bone-chilling cold of falling into an ice-covered lake at the age of ten was his gaze.
It seemed he really had begun to hate her.
