Yan Luoxi hadn't expected him to look so serious but turn out to be shameless to the point where even ghosts would be frightened. Pretending to have amnesia, she looked at him blankly, "What are you saying?"
Li Yeqi's eyes were deep and reserved, with a low chuckle in their depths, as if laughing at her feigned ignorance.
Yan Luoxi turned her face away, looking up at the sky, down at the ground, out the window—anywhere but at him.
In her mind, she thought, I'll suffocate this asshole; I'm not going to take the bait, I'm not going to take the bait. What can you do, bite me?
Li Yeqi looked at her smug expression, then suddenly leaned over toward her.
Yan Luoxi was startled, her body instinctively pressing against the back of her chair as she stared at the handsome face zooming in on her, "You... it hurts..."
The hot breath of a man closed in suddenly, without giving her time to dodge.
