Her back throbbed with pain from the impact.
She looked up, her eyes wide with shock at the person before her.
He had appeared out of nowhere again. 'This scene feels so familiar.'
The man had a slender build, standing as tall and proud as a solitary pine. Song Lianhe had to tilt her head all the way back just to meet his gaze.
His eyes were a pale, light brown that glinted with an uncanny gold in the sunlight. To be stared at by him was to feel like you were being pulled into a deep-sea vortex.
Her heart began to pound. Staring up at him, she felt herself becoming truly intoxicated by this man. 'He's all I can think about, all I can see!'
Zhou Cangyan's face and eyes remained cold, his gaze landing on her with a chilling, hostile aura.
His indifferent gaze slowly traveled from her enchanting eyes, down to her delicate, upturned nose, and finally rested on her rosy lips...
'Zhou Junlin's guard was right,' he thought. 'She really is...'
'A siren.'
