So cold!
The slender figure couldn't help shivering slightly.
Although the window was clearly closed, and there didn't seem to be a trace of cold wind seeping in, Xiaoyao felt as though countless icy, piercing winds were sweeping over her entire body.
She was so cold that her body stiffened, so cold that her face turned pale, so cold that her eyes became a blur.
The man still stood at the bedside, looking down at her from above.
His gaze, devoid of any hint of avoidance or warmth, was locked onto her.
Seeing everything, holding nothing back.
Watching meticulously.
"Don't... do this." In the end, it was Xiaoyao who couldn't withstand those piercingly cold gazes, closing her eyes, almost letting tears slide down.
It was shame, but also despair.
Under such circumstances, anyone would believe that the despicable man was humiliating her with his gaze.
Why must there be such cruel and shameless people in this world!
"Why won't you open your eyes and look at me?"