His red pupils reflected her figure, but his eyes were cold and indifferent.

Even dangerous.

She stared at him and spoke slowly: "Chen Yan."

The silver-haired man frowned slightly, and an unknown emotion flashed through his heart.

Heavy smoke?

Does he know her?

Why is he here?

At this moment, his mind was still confused and he couldn't remember many things.

He only remembered that he had something very important to do.

He ignored Chen Yan, just glanced at her coldly, and then he wanted to leave.

But in the next moment, the masked young woman in front of him suddenly hugged him.

There was a ripple in the silver-haired man's eyes. He was startled and instinctively wanted to push away the woman who was throwing herself at him.

But as soon as his hand touched her body, he hesitated.

"As long as you're alive." Chen Yan's tone was calm, but there was a hint of trembling in his voice.

The silver-haired man frowned and pushed Chen Yan away suddenly.

Chen Yan staggered a step.

"Don't touch me." The silver-haired man's voice was as cold as ice, and he spoke with disgust.

Chen Yan took off her mask, revealing a cold and beautiful face. She raised her eyes indifferently and stared at him straight.

She replied, "I won't touch you."

After a pause, she took out a set of purple brocade robes from the storage space and threw them to him, "Put on your clothes first."

The silver-haired man instinctively caught the clothes. When he heard her words, he quickly looked down.

In an instant, his cold and noble expression suddenly collapsed.