After bidding Tang Wuling goodbye, Lin Nuo headed home. He soon returned to his apartment and opened the door, but didn't hear Na'er's familiar voice. For a moment, he felt a little lost.
"I guess I'm still not used to it."
He murmured to himself as he walked inside. But when he saw the figure at the dining table and the resentful gaze beneath the cloak, he was stunned.
Wait, sis, why are you here again?
Lin Nuo's brain had completely short-circuited. He couldn't imagine that this woman would show up again. He'd thought yesterday's breakfast had been a one-time thing.
The black-cloaked figure sitting beside the dining table fixed Lin Nuo with a cold stare and demanded, "Where did you go yesterday?"
"To a classmate's house."
"Boy or girl?"
"Girl."
"Heh." A cold sneer escaped the black cloak. The mockery in her voice practically spilled over, her drawn-out final syllable faint but laced with bone-chilling cold. "Aren't you afraid someone will tear you to pieces one day, little Lin Jiahao?"
Lin Nuo: "..."
Was this woman seriously that vindictive?
The figure in the black cloak rose without hesitation. She seemed to step on an unseen gust of wind; without leaving so much as a blur, she appeared in front of Lin Nuo in an instant.
She bent slightly at the waist, the broad hem of her cloak brushing the floor as she moved. The wrist revealed beneath it was slender, yet carried an undeniable strength. Her fingertips were as white as jade, but cool to the touch. She gently hooked them under Lin Nuo's chin and tilted it up, forcing him to look at her.
Her voice brooked no refusal. "Don't stand there in silence. Answer me."
Faced with the pressure radiating from the woman in front of him,