She said softly, "Brother, there's something else I want to tell you."
The temperature in the room was not high, but her entire being was enveloped by the aura of Chu Yan. It made Ye Qingran feel as if she was soaking in a hot spring.
Her face was burning hot.
Her heart was beating like thunder.
A few strands of hair fell down, half covering his deep eyes. He stared at her as if his eyes were whirlpools.
It was intoxicating.
Ye Qingran began to panic. Her breathing rhythm was all messed up, and she subconsciously closed her eyes.
The words that were about to come out of her mouth could not be said.
Seeing that she did not speak for a long time, Chu Yan asked softly, "Hmm?"
His voice was low and deep. In such an atmosphere, it was inexplicably ambiguous.
This made Ye Qingran, who was originally drunk, open her eyes to look at him in a daze. She could not help but say, "Chu Yan, your eyes are really captivating."
