His stare made Shen Lang's skin crawl. She composed herself and said, "I don't hate you."
Jiang Yu fell silent, his gaze fixed on her, as if trying to etch every contour of her face into his memory.
After a long moment, he said slowly, "I desire you. It has nothing to do with your appearance."
Shen Lang's eyes flickered, a thoughtful expression on her face.
'It seems Jiang Yu already knows about my conversation with Yu Ge in the dungeon.'
'But that wouldn't stop her from using his words as a pretext.'
She scoffed inwardly, but her expression was one of panic as she snatched her hand back. Looking up at him, she stammered, "You... you heard everything?"
Her brilliant eyes were now filled with disbelief.
Jiang Yu's gaze wavered for a moment. He nodded and said, "It matters not. Yin'er, I..."
Before he could finish, Shen Lang pushed him away, seemingly unable to bear it. "...That's enough!" she whispered.
