Fu Qiyuan also smiled, the corners of his lips gradually lifting. He leaned in close to her, his bottomless eyes like a myriad of stars, dazzling and captivating.
His thin lips parted slightly, his voice low and enchanting:
"You're not kind, and I'm ruthless, we are just... a match made in heaven."
Su Ran's eyes flickered.
A match made in heaven, that's just not fair!
"Would you like to go?"
The man's low voice rose slowly overhead.
Su Ran looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
"The Qin family's gala, do you want to go?"
Su Ran was surprised, then heard the man continue:
"Slapping someone's face is only meaningful in person."
Su Ran blinked and suddenly let out a light laugh.
This man, he was just too much to her taste!
Not only did he fit her ideal looks, but his thoughts were also completely in line with hers.
Slapping someone's face is indeed more interesting on the spot, isn't it?
Yet she wasn't worried at all, because...
