Under the bright light, the young man's cold, sharp features appeared even more defined.
Qin Muye's eyes were dark and gloomy, but his breath was exceptionally hot, tangling with her scent as they mingled in the air.
His large hand gripped her waist, the veins on it stark. His scorching body heat was still shockingly hot even through the thin fabric of her clothes.
Jiang Qingli's heart suddenly began to pound.
She wanted to shrink away, but her back was against the wall.
There was no escape.
Jiang Qingli bit her lip, left with no choice but to meet his gaze.
"When was I avoiding you?" the girl's voice was soft, laced with a hint of guilt.
Qin Muye caught the guilt in her eyes and scoffed. "Don't play dumb."
"You ran the second you saw me." His gray-blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "If you weren't avoiding me, were you trying to play a game of cat and mouse?"
