Yan Rouxi was thoroughly enjoying herself, watching Gu Yixuan grit his teeth, his fury simmering beneath the surface. The coldness in his eyes deepened with each passing second. She knew—if she pushed just a little further, he would snap.
She had seen his emotionless stare, his icy indifference, but never his true anger. That made her curious. What kind of man would he become when he finally lost control? Would his face flush red? Would his eyes widen with rage? Would veins pop at his temple? Or would he turn violent, throwing things, shattering glass, or perhaps something even more unexpected?
There was only one way to find out.
Smirking, she tilted her head, her gaze locked onto him. "What's wrong, Gu Yixuan? Not enjoying our date?"
His eyes flicked to hers, dark and unamused. "Don't push me, Rouxi. You have no idea what I'm capable of."
