Li Qiao's faint smile caught the man's attention, and he dangerously narrowed his eyes. His previously relaxed arms once again forcibly pulled the girl close to his chest, biting her earlobe as he hoarsely said, "Did I not tell you to stay away from him?"
"You did, but you didn't tell me why. Is it because he is handsome, or because he is dangerous?" Li Qiao shrank her neck, hooking one hand around the man's shoulder, teasing while trying to dodge him.
Then, the man's warm palm slid under her clothes from behind, his fingers pressing into her waist as he drew out his words, "He is handsome?"
Li Qiao stiffened: "..."
Shang Yu's rough fingertips caressed the skin at her back as he leaned in, his crisp breath cascading over Li Qiao's ear, "Hmm?"
Li Qiao arched back and grabbed his wrist, saying earnestly, "No, you are the most handsome."
The timely flattery seemed to smooth things over pleasantly.
