The irresistible voice was like a string melody echoing in Chen Lianlian's ears: "Lian Lian, do you truly want to push this prince to death?"
The man's deep breath swept across Chen Lianlian's cheeks, coloring them unconsciously with a hint of blush.
In Ye Beiming's eyes was a deep abyss, as if one more glance could swallow a person whole.
Chen Lianlian felt her entire body go limp, unable to utter any superfluous words.
"No, Beiming, it's just..." Chen Lianlian's words abruptly stopped, and her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.
That pair of cold hands tightened their grip, and she could hear her bones emitting a painful groan; Chen Lianlian couldn't speak, her beautiful eyes filled only with fear.
"You might as well try, try screaming, see how many can come," Ye Beiming's fingertips, slender and icy.
He had such beautiful hands, yet now, as his fingers traced her cheek, Chen Lianlian felt an unprecedented fear in her heart.
A severe pain shot through her jaw.
