Wei Anning felt a little touched and warmed inside. Despite his usual habit of teasing her, whenever someone else bullied her, he would stand up and shield her, fighting for justice on her behalf.
This kind of man could simply make one swoon, right?
Leng Youchen glanced up unintentionally and met her moist, shimmering black eyes. His gaze slightly darkened, and the hand holding hers tightened subtly. Was this infuriating guy giving him a come-hither look, asking for a kiss?
Wei Anning felt her heart flutter in panic at the fervent look in his eyes, quickly averted her gaze, and dared not to flirt with him any longer.
All the way, Leng Youchen and Prince Hamandan conversed, Leng Youchen's voice uniquely deep and resonant. When he spoke Arabic, there was a charm that could make one's ears pregnant.
Even though she didn't understand a word, she still listened attentively.
