Wen Xi froze, the blush draining from her cheeks and the frantic pounding of her heart coming to an abrupt halt. She looked up, her luminous eyes wide with confusion. "Motive?" Lu Qinghan released her wrist. He adjusted his immaculate cuffs, his voice low and cold. "Intentionally spilling tea on me, scheming to get close to my cousin, and now showing up in my class with a face so similar to Shu Yu