Mu Anran's charming little face was filled with stubbornness.
"Pah, how dare he underestimate her chest!"
But what she didn't realize was that this motion had allowed the beautiful shape to fall entirely into Yu Lingqian's sight.
Several strands of black hair messily fell, and the beautiful landscape on her chest was like a pipa half-hidden, even more provocative.
At first, Mu Anran was still huffing with anger.
However, gradually, she began to sense something was off.
Because Yu Lingqian was looking at her with an increasingly improper gaze.
Those eagle eyes seemed to be flashing with green light, like a wolf starved for a long time suddenly seeing delicious food—
"Ah!"
Mu Anran suddenly came back to her senses and realized how... foolish her chest-thrusting gesture had been!
Her pretty face "boom" flushed red, and she quickly curled up.
But it was all too late.
Before she could finish her movement, she was tackled to the ground.
"Young Master Yu!"
