That waist, those legs beneath the skirt, every curve was just right, yet capable of stirring his deepest desires. He had always known her power of seduction over men.
Sometimes he found it strange, how he had persuaded himself to let her go time after time.
His gaze intense, filled with longing—
Seeing him block her path, looking at her without speaking, Lian Qiao thought for a moment and decided to just walk past him.
Snapped back to reality, Yi Shaotian felt slightly embarrassed, avoiding his own gaze, and took a few steps to follow, "...Qiaoqiao, I just wanted to ask, are you doing okay?"
Politely nodding her head, Lian Qiao pulled over Sanqi who was beside her to introduce, "Sanqi, say hello to your uncle!"
Uncle?! What a ridiculous relationship.
Yi Shaotian smiled wryly, eyebrows arching, his lips curling into a faint smile that seemed barely there, his gaze gliding over her calm face and then landing on the child.
"Sanqi, call him Uncle Yi."
"Uncle!"
