Chapter 7: What Do You Want to Do?

That clever and witty little girl—everyone in Dongqu clearly said she was a useless idiot—but right now, what fell into his eyes was something very different indeed.

Rong Yubai narrowed his eyes, casting his gaze upon Tang Wan. His slender fingers tapped rhythmically against his side, the interest in his heart growing more and more intense.

Looking at this girl, she wasn't very old, yet her schemes were interlocking and full of trickery, and her movements were so vivid and lifelike; she wasn't useless at all.

Rong Yubai shifted his position; this angle allowed him to see her more clearly.

She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and those eyes were as clear and exquisite as fine jade, yet Rong Yubai frowned. Beneath the ripples of her eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, he seemed to see a certain coldness and decisiveness, even cruelty. With just one glance, he knew that this girl's entire heart was closed off; at the very least, she had never let herself go, nor was she willing to let anyone in.

She appeared as though she didn't care about anything, possessing a sense of freedom in her ability to turn the tides, but for some reason, Rong Yubai felt that she hid things very deeply, very deeply.

Heh, but a person like this—he liked it. Just like him, insidious and cunning, willing to use any means to achieve her goals; plotting and ambushing were surely their favorite moves.

Tsk tsk, little one, not bad at all.

A half-smile rose on Rong Yubai's handsome face, and a strange sensation seemed to flow through his heart, as if a voice was telling him in the darkness: *Look, that one is your kind.*

Tang Wan, who had been leisurely all along, suddenly felt something was wrong, as if a deep gaze was enveloping her from behind. Tang Wan turned her head warily, directly meeting the eyes of a wicked and handsome youth on a nearby rooftop. He was leaning quietly against the roof; seeing her look over, he arched an eyebrow at her, the upturned corners of his mouth exuding a thick sense of playfulness.

Tang Wan was startled. When had this person been here? Even for someone as vigilant as her, she hadn't noticed at all. Moreover, he was sitting on the rooftop so openly; seeing her look his way, he neither hid nor avoided, but even waved at her, large patches of snow-white petals scattering from his sleeves, making him appear even more ethereal.

Tang Wan pursed her lips, unable to speak for a moment.

Narrowing his shallow phoenix eyes, Rong Yubai sat up straight, bending one long leg and leisurely swinging the other, yet even in his casual manner, he radiated an air of pride.

Tang Wan scanned the surroundings. The edge of the lotus pond was already surrounded by people. Tang Xin and Tang Yue were hiding in a sorry state under a lotus leaf, not even daring to breathe. She knit her brows, carefully stepped forward, found a concealed spot under an eave to stand, and looked up at him.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'll start to think you're interested in me, little Wanwan." He lowered his head, his sharp eyes instantly seizing hers, the smile on his face blooming like the most brilliant fireworks, instantly dazzling the eyes.

Wanwan...

Tang Wan's heart tightened. How long had it been since anyone had called her that? The hand she kept by her side slowly clenched into a fist. Heh, actually, it hadn't been that long; hadn't she heard it just before she jumped into the sea?

Smoothing out the restless thoughts in her heart, Tang Wan spoke coldly, "What do you want?"

Rong Yubai arched an eyebrow, his phoenix eyes flickering slightly. As his gaze met her star-like eyes, he unconsciously discovered that his heartbeat was somewhat irregular. He gave a faint smile and asked in return, "What do you think I want?"