Shi Mei tugged at her lips, a mocking gleam flashing in her beautiful eyes, "Mr. Shi, are you joking, it's so dark in here, which girl wouldn't be scared, especially a delicate flowerlike girl like me, with such a small courage."
Shi Lingyan's gaze deepened as if he wanted to bore two holes into her with his stare.
Facing his gaze, Shi Mei whispered softly, "Or is it that Mr. Shi just wants to test if Tang Wu is really dead?"
Shi Lingyan's hand, holding her arm, suddenly tightened, pulling her into his embrace forcefully as if to meld her into his bones, "You are Tang Wu, Tang Wu, stop pretending, I know it's you!"
This temperament, along with various habits, if it were merely imitation, it couldn't possibly be so similar.
Even the small movements she made struggling against his kisses were exactly the same.
Shi Mei, in pain, jerked her head back, gasping deeply, cursed, "You're crazy! Let go, it hurts!"
