An Yan's eyes held a clear spring, and she was terrified that with just a nod of her head, Fu Shiyan would say goodbye to her.
Her uneasy hands clutched the man's crisp suit, burying her little face in his chest, ready to fight fire with softness, "Younger Uncle, I just like you so, so much. I've been scheming for so long to become your girlfriend, don't I deserve some praise?"
It was the first time Fu Shiyan had seen someone play him and state their case with such righteousness—no, this was the second time.. The first was that night when she drugged him.
He was truly amused to laughter.
He lifted the girl's chin, looking at the redness at the corners of her eyes, "You admit it quite readily."
"The key is that you're so clever, even if I didn't admit it, you would have figured it out."
"Don't flatter me. You've deceived me for so long, don't you feel a bit guilty when facing me?"
