The man before her had long, phoenix-shaped eyes that glittered with fine dark sparks, and lips the color of beguiling red, his shirt collar slightly undone, revealing skin as pale as milk.
His exquisite features, so easily breathtaking, would enchant anyone into sinking into them.
Gu Danyu glanced indifferently then withdrew her gaze, retorting, "If I say you can't sit, would you not sit?"
Si Jing paused, his attractive peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly.
No wonder Lu Yancheng held this woman so dear to his heart—she truly was different.
But that's what made it fun.
Anything that person liked, he wanted to snatch away.
"Such indifference from a beautiful miss truly breaks my heart," Si Jing frowned, his well-defined fingers clutching at his chest, his languid eyes seemingly electrifying, yet without a hint of warmth in their depths.
Unexpectedly, the woman before him asked seriously, "Then how come you're not dead yet?"
