face stiffens, floating away as though her soul had left her body.
Leaving behind the two by the couch, speechlessly exchanging eye contact.
“Unlock the shackles, I’ll get it myself!” Heat rising through her blood vessels from the soles of her feet, burning directly up to her cheeks, Pang Wan feigns bravery as she glares at He Qing Lu, fearing that should she not push him away anytime soon, her head would be fuming.
She does not want to blush, but helplessly, cannot control her physiological reaction, ey.
Who knew He Qing Lu would instead suddenly sit down, leaning on her body, his slender fingers stroking her little flushed face.
“Indeed beautiful.” He looks at her, eyes turning misty, voice hoarse.
Pang Wan looks at him in surprise, deep down, there is a little little voice that starts to rise and shouts out —— could it be, could it be this person is my male lead? Ah, look at how intoxicated in happiness he is, clearly, he has fallen for me ah! Ah-haha I am indeed still a prized horse that can run thousands of miles, with beauty like that of flowers, all that I lack is a kind and considerate Bo Le to discover me…… (Bó Lè / 伯乐 is a famous horse tamer renowned for his ability to evaluate horses, his name can also be used to refer to a good judge of talents)
Before the expression of happiness had actually been reflected on her face, He Qing Lu had already spoken: “A real person’s face is indeed different.”
His obsessive gaze lingers on Pang Wan’s face with no signs of leaving, a finger glides over her brows, eyes, nose and lips, finally stopping at the fine hair by the young girl’s lip side: “Look at these hairs of divine workmanship, tut tut, Master’s right, it is beautiful when it reddens.”
“You mean your hair is of divine workmanship!” Pang Wan’s abashment turns into an angry roar, “Who doesn’t grow facial hair?! Do you not grow facial hair?!”
He Qing Lu having been straight up scolded by her, finally awakens from his own little world, eyes returning to its usual clear coldness.
“There are many faces that don’t grow hair.” He retrieves his hand from her lip side, leisurely wiping it, “For example, those that are made.”
Pang Wan is stunned.
She looks at the gentleman’s clear and radiant face like white jade, suddenly recalling a certain scene, and unconsciously shivers.
“It’s you?” She softly mutters, “That Wang Gang imposter from back then?”
He Qing Lu smiles: “At least you’re smart for once.” He has always hated stupid people.
“What about the real Wang Gang?” Her voice sounding a little unstable —— don’t tell me he’s been killed by this person and had his face shed off.
“Naturally isn’t in this world anymore.” He Qing Lu indifferently says.
“……what’s your objective?” Pang Wan frowns, back gradually straightens up, seeming to take on an offensive form.
He Qing Lu bursts out laughing.
“These shackles have been forged from black iron, your internal energy would be absolutely incapable of breaking it apart.” He lightly pats her face in appeasement, presumably due to finding it has a nice feel to his hand, he once again touches it a little more, “Don’t get too angry, your skin is very smooth, it will be truly unfortunate if it is wounded.”
Pang Wan screams out terrified: “You want to shed my face to make a mask of human skin?!”
He Qing Lu raises his brows, seeming to consider this: “That is a very good idea, I must think about it.”
Pang Wan was practically about to faint and die on the spot.
But then hears He Qing Lu mutter to himself: “Wearing a dead person’s face as mask on the skin, would that not be very dirty? Better forget it.”
And so Pang Wan comes back to life again.
“I do not have any objectives.” He Qing Lu admires the three changes of colours on her face, red, white, blue, with great interest, before he tirelessly rattles on, “I am only interested in your weapon.”
He spreads out his left hand towards her, the Blazing Needle in his palm had already disappeared without a trace.
“This needle is able to automatically melt away shortly after coming in contact with the human body, I am truly curious, how do you usually store it, and how do you use it?” He looks at her, those amber pupils filled with eagerness and concentration, “The most important thing is, how is it created? Who creates it?”