Wen Shu was so anxious that her palms were sweating, while Lucius deliberately tightened his waist and abdomen so that everyone could see clearly.
Under the glaring glazed lamp, he slowly approached, his muscular body covered with a layer of light, "Mistress, I made you angry, I know you resent me..."
He glanced at the black pattern on his chest and abdomen, raised his slender fingers, and gently touched it, looking down at Wen Shu, "But you must have feelings for me too, otherwise, why would you give me this."
Though he spoke with genuine emotion, Wen Shu felt it was a threat, freeing herself from Mious's arm and suppressing her anger, "Lucius, come with me."
She turned to head towards the backyard, but her wrist was tightly held. Mious's eyes were deep, staring at her unblinkingly, with complex emotions surging in his eyes.
Wen Shu met his gaze, catching a trace of loneliness, her heart trembled, "Mious..."
