Ye Wangchuan didn't plan to get out of her way. He blocked her way out from between the two cars, lowered his head, and looked at her with sultry eyes. He smiled and said, "Did you not say that you liked someone like Chen Chen? Ye Lan just sent me a message saying that you liked young boys."
"Oh." Qiao Nian's mind finally reacted. She subconsciously raised her hand, trying to pull down the brim of her baseball cap. She then remembered that she left it at home. She put her hand down and looked at him with frank eyes. "I do like Chen Chen, Aunty Ye is right."
She even admitted it?
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were deep, darkened, and narrowed a little more. The distance between them became even closer. His breath dripped down Qiao Nian's neck. It felt a little warm and itchy. His breath had the slight smell of wine. It was quite light and not obvious, but his earlobes revealed a little crimson color. It was sexy and charming.
"What's wrong with older guys?"
