After hanging up the phone, Su Xiaoli turned her head and gave Qin Yihan a puzzled look, "Su Yao clearly didn't want me to go back, so why did she change her mind the moment you took the call?"
Qin Yihan responded with a faint smile, handing the phone back to her, "Perhaps, it's because your sister is smitten with my good looks."
Su Xiaoli frowned, looking at the mask on the man beside her with confusion.
A man who wears a mask every day can still be considered good-looking?
Seeing her stare at him intently, Qin Yihan's lips curled up as he suddenly leaned in close, pinning her against his chest and the car door, his lips bearing a hint of a wicked smile:
"Little sister-in-law, staring at me like this... Are you smitten with my good looks too?"
The man's gaze trailed down her fair, slender jawline—
"Fortune favors the bold, I could give you a special treat first..."
Startled by his sudden proximity, Su Xiaoli swallowed subconsciously.
