"I... just think you seem to like this very much. Do you want... another one?"
Mu Jue was at a loss for words, but he didn't know that these words seemed to pierce the heart of Bao Jinghan. But he was helpless. In this atmosphere and under such circumstances, he could not say anything to Bo Jinghan.
, Miss Bo, I respect you as a man! If you really said that, Bo Jinghan would flip the table on the spot, and maybe even put a little more force on his already injured neck!
If you apply more force, his neck might be broken directly, right?
His neck, which was wrapped in a soft brace, seemed to be suddenly caught in a cool breeze, freezing his neck to the point of stiffness.
The gentleman's gentle smile at the corner of his mouth also solidified at that moment.
Bo Jinghan, on the other hand, paused when he picked up the last piece of beef with bloodshot eyes and brought it to his lips.
Turning his eyes to look at Mu Jue, the ends of his eyes were raised slightly. His slightly pale lips were dyed with an unnatural red color, which was printed on the silver fork not far from his lips. It formed with the flickering candlelight reflected on the handle of the fork.
The sharp contrast fell in his line of sight so dazzlingly that people couldn't help but look away when they saw it.
"Don't be so naive. Aren't your tests enough?"
Ding dong!
The silver fork hit the dinner plate, and Bo Jinghan put the fork that had not yet been put into his mouth back on the plate heavily. The sound of the collision of metal and porcelain was extremely clear, but in this quiet night with serenade, it was so
Harsh.
"My patience is limited."
If the first time they met, he looked at Bo Jinghan a few more times because of her face and identity, as well as Ivan's courage to pull out teeth. Then when they met for the second time, the reason for looking at Bo Jinghan a few more times became
It became a curious interest. And the third unpleasant meeting made that interest evolve again, and he wanted to defeat her, want to tame her, and let her be under his suit pants.
The ambition to surrender...
But now, with this meeting, that feeling has evolved again. He still wants to tame her, wants to see her surrender at his feet, but at the same time, he also has a wonderful illusion, lingering around that feeling.
The thought of a hundred claws scratching his heart came to him, making him want to retreat inexplicably. That feeling, with a strong sense of threat and danger, seemed to remind him that he should take a detour when he saw her. At this moment, she was extremely
The existence of danger.
However, he has no retreat, he can only move forward!
Looking up, Mu Jue's eyes met the old man across the long table unexpectedly.
Under the mask, the pair of eyes with a cold aura made Mu Jue tremble in his heart.
There was no need to weigh it. At this moment, he would definitely stand in the old man's boat. And to the woman in front of him who made him fearful but also somewhat admired, he could only... say sorry!
With this in mind, Mu Jue could not ignore the gaze signal from the old man. He quickly lowered his eyes to remove the sadness in his eyes and looked up at Bao Jinghan.
"I've seen Miss Cynthia's courage today. But I'm a very compassionate person, and Miss Cynthia is a rare beauty, so I think I still have an obligation to remind Miss Cynthia..."
Mu Jue's voice paused slightly.
The hint of provocation and threat in his slightly twitching eyebrows are self-evident: "Miss Cynthia, don't be so rude. Remember, your life is still in my hands!"
