The minty masculine scent emanating from the man made Su Xiaoli's face instantly turn red to the very tips of her ears.
The atmosphere between the two became ambiguously sticky, refusing to dissipate.
Instinctively, Su Xiaoli tried to struggle, but she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.
She pushed against the man's chest, "Qin Zimo, get up!"
"You..."
Qin Yihan narrowed his eyes, those unfathomably deep eyes quietly watching her clear ones, "Su Xiaoli."
"Is this place usually so deserted?"
The girl paused, then nodded subconsciously, "Yes..."
"Why do you ask?"
The man smirked roguishly, his long fingers gently lifting her delicate chin, "If I did something to you here..."
"Wouldn't it be true that no one would find out?"
Su Xiaoli's eyes widened instantly.
The next second, the girl struggled frantically, like a trapped little beast, "Qin Zimo! Let me go!"
"I just started to think you were a trustworthy good person, don't be like this!"
