Because his body was temporarily numb and unable to move, Yue Zheng fell on the bed, staring at Qiao Muer with his deep blue eyes.
He was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, and when he lay there he had an unusually powerful presence.
Not to mention, at this moment, his deep and dark eyes revealed an obscure light, and the look he gave Qiao Muer was so profound, so calm, and so focused.
Qiao Muer could originally look back coldly, showing her determination towards Yue Zheng.
But Yue Zheng like that, and that look in her eyes gradually made her feel heavy and difficult to bear.
She glanced away and didn't look at him.
The two of them were like this, one standing on the side of the bed against the wall, and the other lying on the bed.
One person's gaze shifted to look out the window, while the other's eyes were fixed on the face of the girl he had lost.
I don't know how long it took, but when Yue Zheng's body finally returned to normal and he sat up on the bed, Qiao Muer frowned when she heard the noise.
She subconsciously turned her head and looked at the man who sat up with a resistant and defensive look.
His black hair was a little messy and his stern face was silent.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at her.
The sexy and sharp jawline drew a perfect arc, and his deep eyes, deep blue, stared at her, calm and distant.
For a moment, Qiao Muer seemed to see different emotions in Yue Zheng's eyes than in the past.
No longer that cold, eccentric and full of hostility.
He seemed to have changed a lot, and there was a kind of calmness in his eyes that seemed to see through everything.
How could it be Shen Jing? She must have seen it wrong.
Yue Zheng has never been a gentle and calm person. He is more like a sword, a sharp sword.
Or it could be an ice blade, sharp and piercing, that is the real Yue Zheng.
Qiao Muer's right hand holding the breast couldn't help but tighten. She looked at the man who was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at her.
Even though he looked indifferent and fearless on the surface, he was still a little worried deep down.
She knows Yue Zheng too well.
Even though they had not seen each other for ten years, she knew that the electric shock attack just now was only able to succeed when he was off guard and confused.
Under normal circumstances, Yue Zheng would most likely be able to quickly snatch the gun from her hand as soon as it touched his body.
The disparity in physical strength between her and him had never existed.
Suddenly, the man sitting on the edge of the bed moved and stood up.
The man who seemed much shorter than her and was sitting on the bed just now suddenly surpassed her.
Qiao Muer's gaze changed from looking down to looking up. Yue Zheng's tall and slender figure made his presence felt in such a room.
"..." Qiao Muer didn't say anything, but stepped back until her heels were against the wall, and her right hand tightened.
She was like a brave warrior entering the Colosseum, wary of the 'beast' in front of her.
However, Yue Zheng did not take any further action.
He just stood up and looked at her, looking at her deeply.
With his bottomless blue pupils and his focused and deep eyes, it was as if he was describing her appearance and wanted to carve her into his mind.
They stared at each other in a stalemate. It was unknown how long it had been before the man suddenly spoke in a low, embarrassed voice: "Rest assured, I'm leaving."
I'm leaving...
For some reason, this time, Qiao Muer felt strangely sad when she heard these three words.
That inexplicable sadness welled up from the bottom of my heart, without any warning. (To be continued)