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The whistle was melodious, enchanting, and beautiful. Unbeknownst to her, Le Yao Yao had become completely captivated by it.
It felt as if she was gradually entering the world woven by the flutist, and even when the whistle ceased, she remained lost in that mesmerizing realm.
Suddenly, the starry sky above her was obscured by a dark shadow that marred the scene, causing Le Yao Yao's delicate dark eyebrows to furrow slightly, a flicker of displeasure crossing her eyes.
Before she could even comprehend what that dark figure was, her hands moved instinctively and swung out forcefully.
Initially, she merely disliked how that shadow blocked her view; it was purely a subconscious reaction.
However, when she heard a sharp 'slap,' it felt as though her hand had struck something. Her hand tingled slightly, and the crisp sound of the slap echoed clearly in the stillness of the night.
Finally, Le Yao Yao snapped back to reality and realized that she hadn't hit an object but rather... a person!?
A person!?
The moment this thought crossed her mind, Le Yao Yao's eyes widened in shock, and she quickly stood up from the grass. She immediately turned to the man beside her and began to apologize. Although it had been unintentional, she had indeed struck someone!
With this in mind, Le Yao Yao opened her red lips to say something.
However, before she could speak, upon seeing the figure standing before her clearly, she froze in utter astonishment—
He wore a robe as white as snow, with a golden ribbon tied around his waist that accentuated his lanky frame. His broad shoulders and narrow waist gave him an elegant silhouette; he was slender with a subtly rounded backside and long, straight legs.
Without a doubt, this was a figure that everyone envied—a model's perfect physique!
As she followed the contours of that lean, flawless body upward, she was met with a face so handsome it could incite both admiration and jealousy.
Specter-like features, with brows that arched elegantly, skin as smooth as light clouds, and beneath a straight nose were lips sculpted like fine art.
This man seemed to have been born to captivate all who laid eyes on him.
If it weren't for the murderous intent in his Deep Black Eyes, which were fixed on her with intensity, Le Yao Yao thought she would have already fallen at his feet.
The man's cold, star-like Eyes were currently glaring at her fiercely.
If looks could kill, she would have been flayed alive and turned to dust by now!
Under the icy and sharp gaze of the man, Le Yao Yao felt a shiver run down her spine, her entire body trembling as fear etched itself into her eyes.
After all, this man was none other than the living embodiment of terror—Leng Junyu, known for his ruthless nature and unpredictable temperament!
"Ah..."
Upon seeing this man before her, Le Yao Yao's Eyes widened in shock as she gasped in disbelief.
Her expression was one of utter incredulity, as if she had just encountered a ghost.
However, if you were to ask Le Yao Yao, she would say that she was more afraid than seeing a ghost. After all, the man before her was a ruthless killer, far more terrifying than any ghost!
In stark contrast to Le Yao Yao's horrified expression, Leng Junyu's lips curled into a slight smile.
His lips were undeniably beautiful, and when he smiled, one would expect him to be charming and captivating.
Yet, he was the living embodiment of a hellish figure; even his smile sent chills down her spine, making her skin crawl.
Moreover, the icy aura emanating from him caused the temperature around them to drop instantly.
Uh, his presence was overwhelming!
"You have quite the nerve. You are the first person brave enough to bite and hit this king! Tell me, how should I deal with you?"
The man's voice was slow and soft, reminiscent of a lover's gentle whisper. However, to Le Yao Yao's ears, it felt like a piercing cold wind sweeping in from December, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.
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