Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

The maids squatting on the ground screamed when they saw this and quickly rolled and crawled away. Uncle Quan, who was standing by, couldn't bear to watch and turned his head away and closed his eyes.

When Miss Lin saw this, a triumphant smile immediately appeared on her face.

However, at this critical moment, a large hand with distinct joints suddenly reached out and grasped her wrist firmly like an iron clamp! It was nailed firmly in the air, unable to move at all.

The smile on Miss Lin's face suddenly froze. She subconsciously raised her eyes, following the hand that was holding her, and her gaze met a pair of cold eyes.

Shen Jingyuan looked down at her condescendingly, his brows furrowed, his eyes dark, with a layer of unmeltable ice in them, and his sharp jaw tense, as if he was trying hard to suppress the anger that was about to burst out.

The expression on Miss Lin's face froze for a moment, and then a layer of blush quickly spread from her ears to her cheeks. She raised her eyebrows, and her round almond-shaped eyes widened. There seemed to be sparks in her eyes, and even her breathing became a little faster.

"Shen Jingyuan!" Her voice suddenly rose, and her voice trembled with anger. The last word was almost squeezed out through gritted teeth, "How dare you?!"

As she spoke, she suddenly exerted force, and her slender wrist struggled desperately in his grip, but it was as if locked in an iron clamp and she couldn't break free.

But Shen Jingyuan, with a frosty face, had obviously completely lost his patience with her actions. Seeing that she not only did not restrain herself but was struggling with her body, the coldness in his eyes became even more intense. Not only did he not let go, but he increased his strength a bit. His five fingers suddenly tightened, and the veins on the back of her bony hand bulged slightly.

A pair of cold eyes met Miss Lin's eyes that were about to spit fire without any compromise, and his voice was as deep as if it was tempered by ice.

"Why shouldn't I?" He bit each word so hard that it seemed as if it came out from between his teeth.

"Lin Xi...if you keep pestering me—" He paused, and the strength in his hands increased by a factor of three, his tone filled with threats, "I don't mind dragging you out like this."

Lin Xi felt a sharp pain in her wrist bone and couldn't help but gasp. When she looked up, she saw Shen Jingyuan's slender fingers clasping her wrist tightly like an iron clamp. His knuckles turned white due to the force, leaving several red marks on her delicate skin.

Hearing what he said, her eyes widened in disbelief, her lips trembled, and her teeth clenched with a creaking sound.

"you dare!"

Shen Jingyuan's eyes darkened. Without saying anything, he increased his strength and suddenly pulled her forward two steps. Then he stopped abruptly, turned around and glared at her coldly, proving to Lin Xi with his actions whether he dared or not.

Lin Xi was caught off guard and was pulled forward by him. She staggered two steps and was about to fall into his arms. Her pupils suddenly shrank and she quickly reached out to grab the armchair next to her. Only then did she stabilize her body in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

The fluffy curly hair draped behind her cascaded down like a waterfall due to her movements, floating randomly in front of her and covering most of her face.

The powder box in Lin Xi's hand was opened at some point due to the pulling of the two people, and the snow-white powder fluttered in the air. The fine powder slid silently down the intertwined arms of the two people, staining most of Shen Jingyuan's shoulders with a mottled white, as if a thin layer of snow had fallen.

The wind outside the window grew stronger. The sudden gust of wind completely knocked open the window frame that was not closed tightly, and rushed in. The gauze curtain fluttered violently in the wind, and the scattered perfume powder was rolled into a vortex. The fine white powder spread in the dim room, like a misty snow fog.

Dust filled the air in front of his eyes, blurring his vision. Shen Jingyuan subconsciously held his breath, his eyes piercing through the flying powder, looking at Lin Xi who was standing still.

She lowered her head, her long hair falling like a waterfall, covering her face completely, making it impossible to see her expression at the moment. Only her slightly trembling shoulders and her knuckles tightly grasping the hem of her skirt revealed the surging emotions at the moment.

Enduring the pungent aroma that was drilling into his nose, Shen Jingyuan's gaze fell on her slightly trembling back, and he couldn't help but pursed his lips.

Cried?

Realizing this, his expression froze slightly, and the grip he had on Lin Xi's wrist loosened a bit. He frowned and was about to say something, but at this moment, Lin Xi, who had originally lowered her head, suddenly raised it.

There were still tears hanging at the corners of her red eyes, but her eyes, filled with water, were surprisingly bright. It was not a look of grievance or cowardice, but a stubbornness burning with rage, which clearly reflected Shen Jingyuan's somewhat surprised brows.

In a daze, Shen Jingyuan subconsciously loosened his grip on Lin Xi's wrist a little, and at this moment!

Lin Xi, whose eyes were originally filled with tears, suddenly had a fierceness in her eyes. She exerted force with her hands, trying to break free from Shen Jingyuan's grip.

Shen Jingyuan's heart trembled, and he subconsciously closed his five fingers and gripped her wrist tighter. But the next moment, a triumphant smile flashed across Lin Xi's lips. She raised her other hand high, and with the sound of the wind, fanned Shen Jingyuan's face!