Upon hearing this, Lu Qingtang felt a tingling sensation shoot straight from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
For a split second, she had a fleeting sense that the man she was pinning down, trapped beneath her with those peach-blossom eyes—eyes that shifted between inscrutable depth and utter clarity—seemed to see right through everything.
Almost as a conditioned reflex, the muzzle of the gun in Lu Qingtang's hand pressed forward another fraction of an inch, pointing straight at the man's heart. "Shut up!"
Chapter 48