The man's eyes were deep, his unblinking stare carried a force that was also quite oppressive, and Sang Qian found it hard to withstand his gaze.
She turned her head away and pushed the man in front of her, "Xiaozhu is still inside the room."
Ji Chengzhou smiled with a lifted corner of his mouth, "Are you expecting me to do something to you?"
"I am not." Sang Qian's face turned slightly red, "I just feel that our posture is not appropriate in a public area."
"I indeed want to do something to you."
Sang Qian turned her head back, furrowed her brows at Ji Chengzhou, who had been with her last night and then gone to see another woman, and now he was getting romantic here early in the morning?
"What kind of expression is this?" Ji Chengzhou's well-defined fingers reached her furrowed brows and pressed down, "Disgust?"
Sang Qian immediately hid her inner emotions and smiled, "How could that be, I haven't had enough time to like you."
