He had never seen a young girl flaunting such a bright color. He had been so stunned at first, that he wasn't even sure when and how he had returned to his senses.
What was burned into his memory, however, was Yao Tang dancing so intimately with another man.
Cheng Yan had almost stormed over and pried that prick away from her.
In a bid to calm himself, he reached out and took her hand for the second time. He rubbed her palm between his fingers and said, "It certainly feels cold."
Their eyes met and locked.
Yao Tang said nothing.
The temperature outside was about ten degrees Celsius, of course, her skin would feel cold.
She studied him for a few beats before smiling. "What do you want, Cheng Yan?" she asked, her voice soft. "Do you like me or something?"
Cheng Yan's lips curled upward, his voice equally deep and sensuous. "Can I be any more obvious?" he countered.
