She lowered her head, frantically trying to come up with an escape plan. The man who was called Young Master Zhi reached out with his long, slender fingers and stroked her chin before lifting her head and checking her out in amusement.
At this point, Qian Xun's gaze was still downcast, not daring to face him. However, she could feel how scorching hot his gaze was. Because she was praised all the way from when she was young, she naturally knew how much of an allure her face had to men.
His gaze was scanning her from head to toe as though he was viewing an object before finally resting on her petite chest. It was as though his eyes were X-ray, and she could not help but break out into shivers.
His gaze was so intent until it gradually seemed as though it was bringing forth a fire that was burning her up.
The entire air was filled with repression as the cheers of his male comrades rang out as though they had just pillaged some treasures.
