Lin An stiffly raised his head.
Gu Yue had already risen from the sofa.
She wore no shoes, her bare feet stepping across the cold floor without a sound.
Her long silver-white hair flowed beneath the moonlight like rippling water, its tips brushing the floor with an almost imperceptible rustle.
She walked up to Lin An and stopped.
Then she smiled.
Her laugh was soft. So very soft.
It seemed forcibly squeezed out from deep in her throat, carrying a gentleness that made his scalp crawl.
"Wifey."
She tilted her head, her blood-red pupils staring straight into Lin An's eyes.
"Can you tell me—why were you kissing my teacher?"
"Obviously... I've never even kissed you."
The last note of her voice rose slightly.
Yet the icy killing intent churning within those blood-red vertical pupils made even Lin An's marrow turn cold.
"What shameless things have you two been doing behind my back?"
Gu Yue stepped closer.
She raised her hand and lightly pressed her fingers against Lin An's chest.
It was precisely where Leng Yaozhu had tucked the Phoenix Plume.
Her fingertips were icy cold. Even through his clothes, he could feel that chill, like an ice pick pressed against his skin.
"Where is the Reverse Scale I gave you?"
Gu Yue's voice suddenly became very soft, as soft as a murmur in a dream.
"Why is it gone?"
Her fingertips moved down an inch and touched the outline of the Phoenix Plume.
Her fingers suddenly stiffened, then began to tremble violently.
"How did it become... a token of love from my teacher?"
Lin An's throat bobbed.
He wanted to explain. He wanted to tell her it was only a misplaced photograph.
He wanted to tell her Leng Yaozhu was deliberately provoking her.
He wanted to tell her that Leng