Jing Min merely glanced at this display of obsequiousness with indifference.

Then, she slowly took out an exquisite handkerchief from her bosom.

He looked at Chu Wuyang, and without saying a word, forcefully grabbed Chu Wuyang's hand.

He began to rub her wrist vigorously.

Although his wrists were naturally clean and spotless, he seemed to be caught in some kind of obsession.

The more force I applied, the whiter my knuckles turned.

Chu Wuyang felt a piercing pain in her wrist and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The cry of pain seemed to finally elicit a response from Jing Min. Taking advantage of the moment, Chu Wuyang pulled his hand back, forcing Jing Min to release his grip.

He gazed silently at Chu Wuyang, his eyes deep and calm.

However, beneath that calm surface, it seemed, lay endless undercurrents.

Then he slowly and deliberately wiped his fingers again.

Chu Wuyang secretly glanced at him and saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, forming a faint, almost imperceptible curve.

But there was a clear coldness in his deep eyes, as if it could freeze the surrounding air.

Chu Wuyang secretly guessed that, judging from his appearance, he was probably quite angry at the moment.

But considering that the exciting events were yet to come, leaving now seemed...

It's such a pity; all the groundwork laid before has been for naught.

She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, and slowly reached out to grasp Jingmin's hand.

Her fingertips gently rested on the back of his hand.

Then he gently and carefully stroked it, trying to soothe his emotions in this silent way.

Jing Min gradually stopped wiping his fingers, and slowly raised his eyes.

His gaze fell on Chu Wuyang's face, and he asked softly:

"Don't want to leave?"

Chu Wuyang blinked her big, watery eyes, which were full of pity and expectation, and nodded gently.