Su Xingyu gazed at him, his cold and stern features appearing particularly enigmatic and dangerous under the moonlight.
She didn't know what unspeakable means he referred to, but her instinct told her it was something far scarier than now. She secretly took a breath and had no choice but to reason with him, "Lu Shifeng, I'm a person, not your subordinate and certainly not your slave. Why must I follow your orders? I have my own will, too."
Lu Shifeng also looked down at her, momentarily distracted; under the moonlight, she was truly beautiful.
She didn't notice his absentmindedness and continued, "Sorry, I just found out you're autistic and unsure how to interact with others. We can work it out together, find a way to coexist peacefully..."
"Who said that?" he suddenly interrupted her.
She blinked her pretty eyes, looking at him in confusion.
The moonlight softly contoured his figure in a cold silver, and his voice was equally cold, "Who said I was autistic?"
