"What are you doing?"
The bone-chilling, low voice fell upon Lie Fengzi like a bucket of ice water, leaving her stiff and trembling, her pupils widening as she struggled to breathe.
His gaze was truly like that of a venomous Asura from hell, merciless and fierce.
It sent a chill through her; she had never seen such a vicious look in anyone's eyes, nothing resembling a human gaze.
But wasn't he already passed out drunk, how could he suddenly open his eyes and speak in such a calm and clear manner?
"I-I was afraid you might have a fever, so I wanted to check your temperature." She stammered out, her mind already in disarray, the burning passion she had moments ago entirely extinguished, feeling only blank fear.
She couldn't understand his gaze; was he sober or was this the madness of a drunken state?
Either way, it was quite abnormal. Having drunk so much, yet at such a critical moment, maintaining a clear state—his willpower was terrifyingly strong.
