Stop Pretending, You Were Not Hypnotized at All

Feng Jue closed the door and followed behind Gu Yang. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he obediently didn't say anything either.

Gu Yang walked to the bookshelf as if looking for a book.

After searching for a while, she stood on her tiptoes and casually picked up Ben Rousseau's "Confessions". At this moment, she suddenly turned around and said in a gentle voice, "Ah Jue."

Feng Jue was a head taller than her and when he suddenly heard her call his name, he lowered his head to meet her eyes and his gaze gradually became dull.

Gu Yang threw the book on the table and raised her head slightly. She stared into his eyes and walked closer step by step. Just as they were about to touch, she stopped.

"Stop pretending."

As Gu Yang said this softly, she reached out and grabbed Feng Jue's hand behind his back. She pried open his slender and well-proportioned fingers one by one, and as expected, she saw the wound on his palm.