"If I say it is, it is."
Ye Xiao met his gaze with righteous indignation.
As the antagonist, whatever she said was right; if she declared it to be a deer, nobody dared call it a horse.
"I didn't hear clearly just now, could Xiao Xiao say it again?"
This was the first time Qiao Si had addressed her that way.
His calling of Xiao Xiao was magnetic, like a whisper in her ear, yet it seemed infused with infatuation.
Leaning forward, he maintained the same posture as before. The faint medicinal fragrance from her body surrounded him, her eyes and brows were incredibly sweet, and her lips, a pale pink, were soft and glistening, tempting someone to taste them.
Ye Xiao found herself enveloped in his crisp scent, which smelled good to her; it was the fragrance she liked.
"If you didn't hear clearly, then you didn't hear clearly, and I certainly won't say it again."
Ye Xiao turned her head away with a petulant expression.
