Murong Rong looked down at her toes, not daring to take a breath.
Yinzai looked at Murong Rong with a sullen face, his head buried in his chest. He looked like an aggrieved little daughter-in-law, as if he had done something cruel and inhumane to her.
Yinzai was very depressed. It was clearly her fault, so why did it seem like he had done something wrong?
"There is a family gathering tonight, please get ready."
Yinzai left behind a word and walked out.
Just as Murong Rong was breathing a sigh of relief, Yinzai suddenly turned back. She was startled, stiffened up, and watched him walking towards her with fear.
Yinzai walked past Murong Rong expressionlessly, picked up the knife on the ground, and walked out.
Murong tiptoed to the door, and when he saw Yinzai walking out the door and downstairs, he held his hand against his pounding heart and shouted that he was in danger.
She thought he would strangle her to death, and even if he spared her life, he would beat her up, because when he glared at people with a straight face, he looked really violent and vicious.
At the very least, he would give her a harsh meal and give her a stern warning, but there would be no consequences.
It seems that he is not that bad...
D'Antoni had prepared the dress, shoes and jewelry that Murong Rong would wear for the party that night. Because it was far away from the party, he changed into them when he got them.
Murong Rong took the bag Dantoni had prepared for her and got into the car.
Yinzai was already sitting in the car, expressionless, with his chest crossed and his legs crossed, showing no emotion or anger.
Murong Rong sat next to him tremblingly, almost leaning against the car window.
The driver slowly drove the car away from the villa and onto the road.
There are thick shades of trees on both sides of the avenue. The sun is about to set, and the setting sun makes the shadows of the trees grow long.
The water on the beach sparkles with brilliant yellow waves under the setting sun.
Murong Rong looked at the scenery for a while and then quietly turned his head. Yinzai closed his eyes and fell asleep slightly.
His straight face calmed down, and there was no longer the fierce look that frightened her.
His side profile is perfect, his nose is high and straight, his face is sharp and angular, and his thin lips are tightly pursed, revealing a perseverance.
The thick brow shape is very beautiful, even better than the painting. The strong chin is clean, neat and strong.
Murong Rong was watching intently, and Yin Zai suddenly opened his eyes. His deep eyes were like sharp blades, shooting at Murong Rong.