Seeing Lin Jiaojiao's waist about to hit the corner of the table behind her, Yan Sihan raised his eyebrows slightly, and with a swift motion, his large hand effortlessly guided her waist to safety.
The two were close once again.
The man lowered his gaze to her red lips, and then moved up to her eyes.
She could understand Yan Sihan's gaze; he intended to devour her.
But she had spent most of the day getting ready, and she couldn't let this spoil her appearance, so she gently pushed against the man's chest and turned her head away.
Her ears turned a conspicuous shade of pink, her expression becoming rather shy, and she murmured, "Prince, please don't."
However, her demeanor seemed somewhat coy and inviting.
"Jiaojiao, look at me," Yan Sihan's slender finger pinched her chin and forced her to look up at him.
His seemingly cold eyes were actually filled with fiery passion.
