Qin Yiran looked at me with desolate eyes, biting her lips gently, appearing pitiful.
But now, I had no sympathy for her, just an indifferent gaze.
Before long, under my watchful eye, Qin Yiran's gaze flickered, the unspoken truths clear between us.
I don't know if Qin Yiran was gambling on our friendship, but after a long while, she still refused to speak, her eyes somewhat evasive, as if she were waiting for me to continue.
I sneered, then picked up a glass of red wine from the table and poured myself a drink before, under Qin Yiran's incredulous stare, I poured the wine over her head.
The crimson liquid cascaded down Qin Yiran's face, some even trickling into the cleavage of her chest, looking incredibly enticing.
I looked down at Qin Yiran without a shred of pity, "This is the last time I help you; don't show up in front of me again."
In Qin Yiran's eyes was written disbelief, but seeing my resolute gaze, she finally realized I was serious.
