"As long as you want to..."
Li Qiao's heart was stung, and a hint of imperceptible shock tinted her eyes.
At that moment, Shang Yu slightly squinted his eyes. Clad in black, his proud stature leaned slightly forward, like an alluring siren's call, he raised his lips and asked, "Tell me, do you want to?"
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, trying her best to ignore the palpitations that his handsome face brought, and answered truthfully, "Of course, I do. Can Master Yan help me?"
Shang Yu's deep gaze fell on her slender shoulders, and his thin lips lifted slightly, "Then I'll grant your wish."
Upon hearing this, the questions Li Qiao wanted to ask were suddenly interrupted by footsteps from behind.
Li Cheng, her third brother, had unknowingly hurried to her side.
The two men had similar temperaments and were of similar height. Li Cheng placed a hand on Li Qiao's shoulder, his stance full of protective desire as he shielded her at his side.
