As these words were spoken, Qi Jincheng's face instantly turned as dark as the ink in an inkstone.
His eyes were cold and mixed with a sharp edge, and anger burned fiercely in his chest. "Su Yin, if you have the guts, say that again!"
Su Yin's gaze was bewildered, clear and innocent like a deer, completely unaware that she had come to the edge of a trap.
She boldly stepped forward and reached out her right hand to touch Qi Jincheng's chest. Even through the layer of a white shirt, she could still feel the well-defined contours of his pectoral muscles.
Her eyes filled with a puzzled look that also seemed to carry a hint of surprise, "Are these muscles really so well-developed?"
As she spoke, she looked up, completely missing the murderous look in Qi Jincheng's eyes. She said with some anticipation, "Handsome guy, are you up for a date?"
