With an imperious arch of his brows, Li Yeqi eyed her, the little woman before him was a spitting image of a small-time hoodlum. Suddenly, he leaned in, his thin lips barely a centimeter from her cherry ones, as if a slight pout would be enough to touch them.
Yan Luoxi could never have anticipated his counter-tactic and instinctively recoiled, slightly abashed, "Can't you show a bit of restraint?"
"I thought you preferred it when I take the initiative," Li Yeqi said, his eyes gleaming with mirth as he gazed at her.
Yan Luoxi found herself at a loss for words.
She crammed a crab leg into her mouth and continued gnawing away. The evening breeze was cool, and she felt a bit cold. Suddenly, warmth spread over her shoulder as she looked down, right when the man was retracting his large hand.
A suit jacket now lay over her shoulders, still holding the warmness of his body.
