She looked up and met Meng Xinian's profound eyes.
Chiang Xiao thought this man's eyes were too attractive, his pupils so black, deep like a secluded pool. When he looked at you so intently, you could fall into them without even noticing.
Like the skip of her heartbeat just now.
Inside, she was a mature woman after all, and even she found it hard to withstand such a high-quality man gazing directly at her.
This habit of Tyrant Meng was really no good at all, too bad.
"Hey, Meng Xinian." She leaned forward and lowered her voice.
Meng Xinian also leaned in close to her, "Hmm?"
"Let me tell you, if you have no interest in a girl, you better not stare at her like you did just now, got it?"
"Why?" Did he stare at her just now?
"That kind of look can be troublesome, you know? Don't go causing trouble for a nice girl." Chiang Xiao patted his shoulder with a tone, an expression, and a gesture like a serious old lady teaching a naughty child.
