Sure enough, Sheng Qianchi fell silent again.
But this time the silence was different from all the past silences.
It's like beneath the calm surface of the sea, a furious undercurrent is brewing, ready to unleash a raging storm at any moment.
From the depths of his midnight-black eyes, she saw the surge of emotions.
Her heart tightened slightly, and the hand resting on the table involuntarily curled up.
She sensitively perceived the enormous anger swelling within this man.
In his bones, an invasive and aggressive desire like a dark demon was already surging. His present silence and grace were not contemplation but an effort to restrain himself from letting that rage break free.
This kind of man, like a black panther, would be deadly if he launched an attack.
Maybe he had already foreseen that he might do something terrible, which is why he was forcing himself into silence at this moment.
