The flame from the lighter flared up, reflecting in his eyes as crimson as blood.
Even Su Yan, with her slow reactions, sensed something was amiss.
She knew Shen Chizheng wouldn't have this attitude for no reason, her heart tightened, "Chizheng, what's... wrong?"
Shen Chizheng leaned back, his whole body against the headboard, his posture lazy.
His long legs casually lifted, thin lips lightly pressed together.
The smoke rose in spirals, blurring the contour of his handsome face, making him seem even more enigmatic and elusive.
He stared at Su Yan, his gaze piercing straight into her eyes, "Su Yan, I want to ask you a question, answer me truthfully."
He never called her by both first and last name, this manner of address felt incredibly unfamiliar.
Su Yan's heart hung in suspense, "Okay."
Shen Chizheng looked her up and down, his demeanor arrogant, looking at her condescendingly.
His thin lips parted slightly, asking word by word, "Do you truly love me?"
