He shouldn't have, absolutely shouldn't have used mind reading.
That girl who believed in God, that devoutly praying girl, could no longer be his kindred spirit.
Pu Jiao stared blankly at Ivina's beautiful profile, his thoughts plunging into chaos. He stiffly untied the black silk around her eyes, but his mood could no longer return to its previous ease and comfort.
"I thought you left me alone and went away by yourself." The moment Ivina opened her eyes, she looked at Pu Jieao beside her. Naturally, she pouted her pink lips and looked at Pu Jieao's eyes with some anxiety.
But those direct, orange-red eyes, beneath their gentle surface, betrayed a hint of confusion.
Ivina didn't notice, turning her head to finally see the place Jiao had mentioned as "the place she most wanted to come to."
For some reason, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her heart, and the sorrow that had been building up inside her gradually eased as she took in the scene before her.
It was that stone statue... The girl's face seemed even more gentle and sweet than usual. From the tilted ancient vase in her hand, a stream of clear water flowed quietly into the peaceful surface of the water.
And the tears at the corners of her eyes slowly, slowly slid down her cheeks with the speed of the water.
"Thank you... for bringing me here," Ivina choked out, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.
It was only after coming here that she realized the problem between them.
It wasn't a lack of trust, nor was it an obstacle of identity or bloodline. Perhaps it was simply a matter of understanding.
Luo had never thought to understand her, and what was even more terrifying was that she had never truly entered his life...
Thinking of this, her heart ached fiercely. But in front of Pu Jieao, she still forced a smile.
If the tears were to break free, she no longer wanted anyone to see.
The moonlight illuminated Ivina's pale skin. She didn't know that such a forced smile of pain could elicit more pity from a man than outright crying.
She was so beautiful, like an angel who had accidentally wandered into a forbidden place. And it made him, the son of Cain, unwilling to let go.
Pu Jieao furrowed his brows tightly, as if making a great decision. He gently pulled Ivina into his embrace and finally kissed those two tempting lips.
"Ugh... um!" Taken by surprise, Ivina's eyes widened, her dark eyes filled with astonishment.
Her body pressed softly against Pu Jie'ao's tall frame, the gentle embrace around her waist gradually eroding her will to struggle. And her swaying golden hair, like faint sunlight, tempted her to slowly close her eyes.
His kiss was light, and the faint scent of musk drifted quietly through the air, calming her.
[Woman, do you have any objections to my kiss?]
His words suddenly flashed through her mind. Gradually, she recalled the sly smile, the restless teasing, and the passionate caresses that belonged only to Luo.
She forcefully pushed away Pu Jieao's embrace. Ivina hung her head in shame, unable to meet the gaze of the man who had just shared such a passionate embrace with her.
Stepping away from that strange magnetic field, she finally regained her clarity.
He wasn't him.
He kissed deeply.