A mocking curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, and Han Yingying's voice, though light, carried clearly into Shen Mosheng's ears.
"Better to invite trouble than to live without hope."
Shen Mosheng felt a pang of pain in his heart; he longed to throw caution to the wind and pull Han Yingying into his embrace, to tell her he was right in front of her and not going anywhere.
But reason quickly regained control, and he had to ruthlessly suppress that impulse, not allowing himself to act rashly.
Revealing his identity now would not only render all his previous efforts futile, but also drag Yingying into danger.
Still, how could he make Yingying give up?
"Looking at me like that, could it be that you're mesmerized by my beauty?" Seeing Shen Mosheng's icy gaze fixed on her, Han Yingying pretended to be coquettish and fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously.
