Without Professor Qiao present, Han Wang reverted to her cold and aloof demeanor.
She just stared at Pei Ya without saying a word.
She was stunning—skin pale and cool, with a high nose bridge and upturned eyes.
Pei Ya felt as if he'd been bewitched and held her gaze for a while.
But before long, he was the first to concede defeat, averting his gaze as though he couldn't handle it.
Pei Ya licked his dry lips, swallowed, and asked, "W-what's wrong?"
Han Wang crossed her arms, eyes cast downward as she stared at him with a cool intensity. She opened her mouth and said just one word: "You..."
"Stop!"
Pei Ya raised a hand to cut her off.
The words Han Wang was about to say were forcibly swallowed back down.
She stared at Pei Ya in mild disbelief.
The look in her eyes seemed to say, "You dare interrupt me."
"I know what you're going to say."
Pei Ya irritably pulled out a cigarette, clamped it between his lips, lit it, took a long drag, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
