Silence...
The entire living room was deathly silent. He couldn't hear a thing.
Chen Yuan swallowed. He cautiously opened his eyes, and in that instant, he saw two pairs of red, swollen, bloodshot eyes staring intently at him.
Their lashes didn't even tremble.
For Jiangg Ning, who was an expert at killing with a look, he had already died hundreds, if not thousands, of times. And Jiangg Yao, who always listened attentively no matter what Chen Yuan said, was not the least bit moved by his heartfelt confession this time.
There was emotion in her eyes, but she was by no means moved.
Chen Yuan felt a prickly sensation all over his body, as if he were being stuck with needles. He grew flustered, unconsciously wringing the corner of his shirt.
