Eyes as dazzling as obsidian.

These eyes make that ordinary face look a lot better.

Being stared at by these eyes is like being locked in by a fierce beast. She dares not move at all. It seems that once she moves, she will become the prey of the other party.

All that remains is obedience and fear.

If someone else changes, maybe so.

The flute is different. She always feels that although the man's eyes are sharp, they are not suffocating.

She was inexplicably unafraid.

"What's the matter?"

The man asked in a low voice with a trace of displeasure.

Mu Chudi felt that it was because her tracking...