Huang Yanyan's POV:
The sleek town car pulled up to the manicured Huang villa entrance precisely two hours later. I couldn't resist doing an exaggerated hair-flip as I exited, knowing Wu Haoyu's gaze would zero in on the movement. Sure enough, I caught him subtly tracking the bounce of my newly lustrous locks in the reflection of the tinted windows.
Spinning to face him fully, I drank in his sharp appearance - impeccably tailored slacks, crisp button-down, and that little furrow between his brows that meant I'd already started getting under his skin. His eyes drifted down my form in one blazing caress before snapping back up to meet my smirk.
"See something you like, boo?" I purred, sauntering closer until I could smell his subtle, spicy cologne.
Wu Haoyu visibly swallowed hard before composing himself. "You're looking quite...vibrant today, Yanyan."
"Mmm, you could say that."
