Xing Chen casually placed one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers and took a step forward, approaching Ran Xiangsi.
He was nearly a head taller than her, and when he looked at her, he needed to lower his head slightly.
His eyes, dark as ink, looked into hers, as if they were an unfathomable, vast abyss.
"Do you want me to trust you?"
He lowered his voice, speaking with exceptional seriousness.
Being stared at by him like this, Ran Xiangsi's eyes were fixed, almost incapable of movement.
However, when a person is thinking, their eyeballs actually spin at high speed. Of course, this spinning doesn't mean the entire eyeball is twirling in the socket, but rather, it's slight, high-frequency movements.
Once the movement of the eyeballs is controlled, the brain cannot continue to think.
Ran Xiangsi's mind was blank at this moment. Hearing Xing Chen's words, she slightly nodded.
