Gradually, Yu Beiting felt a heat here, as if an electric current was emanating from it. He tilted his head, his handsome, sculptured features were tense, and his eyes were sparkling.

The hand at the side was clenched into a fist.

Shen Qinghuan squatted in front of him with a serious look on her face. Yu Beiting was sitting on a chair. He turned his head inadvertently and glanced at her from top to bottom. In this glance, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Shen Qinghuan's ...