She swayed gracefully as she advanced, standing still and presenting her slender, fair-skinned fingers.
Seeing Yuanya like this, Bei Yunhuan's emotions grew even more complicated.
His attraction to Yuanya was largely because she appealed to his taste.
Innocent and pitiful, sensible and obedient, her frail demeanor inspired pity.
And Xiu and him were at opposite ends of the spectrum.
Xiu had always admired women who were straightforward, charismatic, and competent.
The Yuanya before his eyes seemed to have changed somehow?
In an instant, she seemed to distance herself from the little white rabbit he was fond of.
He stood up, subtly shifted his gaze to her small hand, and clasped it.
Small, slender, and soft to the touch...
But after only a few seconds, Yuanya pulled away her hand, clearly repulsed by his touch.
A hint of displeasure appeared in Bei Yunhuan's eyes.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Yunhuan."
Seeing Bei Yunhuan's expression, Yuanya's pride felt shattered.
