Lu Jingchen suddenly walked toward her.
His pace was unhurried, yet it carried an invisible sense of pressure. Sunlight spilled over him, outlining his tall, straight figure and the sharp, cold profile of his face. He stopped in front of Ning Meng, at a distance neither too far nor too close, just enough for her to clearly see the reflection of her own shadow in the depths of his eyes.
[Good grief! What is he doing?]
Chapter 42