Being stared at by Shen Qingyu like this, Chu yanhuan felt a little scared.
The girl's fingers, which were hidden in her sleeves, tightened. She picked up the wine glass on the table, raised it towards the other party, and nodded with a smile.
She didn't expect that Chen Qingyu would only look at her indifferently before looking away and ignoring her.
The young man picked up the wine glass, his white jade-like fingers hanging down. He took a sip of the wine and then put down the glass. His thin red lips were alluring and looked extremely soft.
Against that pair of beautiful dark eyes, there was actually a kind of soul-stirring magnificent feeling.
Chu yanhuan, who had been ignored, froze in place, "“..”
F ** k, does she not want her face?
Why did he feel that this scene was so familiar?
The girl fell silent.
