Gu Shengyin met his cold and sharp gaze, her expression unchanged.
"As you can see, I am just an ordinary merchant's daughter, skilled in flower cultivation and somewhat versed in medicinal arts," Gu Shengyin said calmly.
Yet in the next moment, she realized that the man who had been three steps away was now standing right in front of her.
A sudden tightness on her chin, already seized by the man's grip, lifted her entire face.
Her gaze was forced to meet Qi Chengxuan's directly.
Qi Chengxuan, who was initially agitated, suddenly hesitated when he met Gu Shengyin's clear eyes.
The uncontrollable anger that had been rising seemed to be doused by something clear and cool before it could explode, as if a lone spark had been mercilessly extinguished.
As if recalling something, he suddenly lowered his head.
Gu Shengyin's breath hitched.
A man's scent invaded her territory with an exclusive heat, leaving no room for retreat.
