Xu Si wasn't joking. Too many doubts were emerging. She felt thoroughly played. The sudden death, the sudden appearance, his constant wearing of a mask, bringing her to his side, teasing, kissing, embracing—none of these interactions could be considered appropriate for an aunt and nephew relationship.
He had crossed the line excessively. She had been too lax as well.
This realization made it impossible for Xu Si to return to the feelings of harmony they once shared. Some things, once changed, can never be repaired.
The current Pei Zhen was too foreign to her.
Xu Si tilted her head back slightly and had no choice but to be extremely alert. Upon realizing there was no escape, she parted her bright red lips.
"Azhen, let me go. Aren't you afraid of dying?"
The rain wailed like ghosts and howled like wolves, fierce and unrestrained. The man reached out a hand, enticing, slightly lifting his bewitching face, and effortlessly hooked her restless hand.
