The handsome man's lips curled up. He held the necklace before her and said in his deep, flirtatious voice, "I'll put it on for you."
His breath brushed past her ears, as his entire figure seemed to loom over her from the back. It felt unusual.
Her heart tensed up all of a sudden.
She was getting nervous.
Qiao Nian intuitively wanted to avoid him.
But the tall man got in her way. His warm hands were already on her neck as his low, magnetic voice reverberated by her ears.
"Don't move about, it'll be done right away."
Qiao Nian was becoming frustrated.
Her hands clenched into fists.
Her heart pounded quickly.
Was this still within the boundaries of good friends?
But Ye Wangchuan looked like such a gentleman, and she couldn't pinpoint anything wrong with him or his actions. She was afraid it would be just like before—she reading too much into it on her own.
