Su Xiaoli bit her lip.
She didn't respond to his words, but instead walked straight up and extended her hand towards him, "Give it back to me."
The man held the bow on her slipper, a smile on his lips, "What if I don't return it?"
Su Xiaoli's face flushed with anger, "Why can't you be reasonable?"
Qin Yihan's lips curled up.
He liked seeing her face turn into a red apple from anger, clearly furious but unable to utter harsh words.
"I could give it back to you, but that's not impossible."
He leaned down, his lips close to her ear, "But Su Xiaoli, I hope you remember."
"Do not casually question a man's sexual orientation, and certainly don't question his capability."
"Otherwise, the outcome is something you cannot bear, understand?"
There was a mix of playfulness and threat in the man's deep voice.
As he spoke, the pheromones from his body wafted towards her with his warm breath, causing her ears to instantly redden as if they were on fire.
