The two of them stood in a standoff on the street.
Liang Wan panted heavily, like a fierce cub. Her eyes were bright and stubborn, filled with defiance, as if she were about to pounce and bite him at any moment.
Lu Xiu's dark eyes were fixed on her, his thin lips pursed. He stared at her, his expression cold and grim, his entire being radiating a bone-chilling aura.
He waited silently for his prey to pounce so he could snap its neck.
When she saw the murderous intent surface in his eyes, Liang Wan knew she had once again succeeded in enraging him.
He truly wanted her dead.
A man like Lu Xiu was perfectly capable of being cold-blooded and ruthless enough to go through with it.
Yes, he wouldn't allow anyone else to lay a hand on her, but if he were the one doing it, that was another matter entirely.
He might even be relieved.
He could consume you with the most fiery love, or he could end you with the coldest heart.
At his core, he had never really changed.
