Leaving the antique market, Ye Luo followed Qing Ya back to the Capital City Hotel.
"Do you like President Qin?"
Qing Ya's gaze fixed on Ye Luo, her tone somewhat subdued.
Ye Luo's lips curved into a smile as he walked over to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs, "Judging by your expression, it seems like you've already taken a liking to me. That's why you care about my relationship with other women, right?"
Qing Ya's expression changed. "I do not like you. Regardless, you are still officially my fiancé for now. I don't like it when you do things that disgrace myself and the Ling Family."
"Really? Is that truly what you think in your heart?"
Ye Luo got up and slowly walked over to Qing Ya. His gaze pierced straight into her eyes as he pressed his body tightly against hers, the two feeling each other's breath.
Qing Ya's expression turned panicky, and she involuntarily took a few steps back. "I... I'm going back to my room."
