The entire table of people stared blankly as they watched the two leave… After a while, Zhang Yang weakly raised the black eight in his hand, “Should we… continue playing?”
The curly-haired girl angrily threw her cards on the table, “Play your sister!”
An Xi was pulled by Yan Qing, walking quickly for a long distance until she suddenly came to her senses and forcefully pulled her wrist out of Yan Qing’s hand.
They stood on an almost deserted, cold and quiet street. An Xi looked at the person in front of her, those black eyes behind the glasses, devoid of any luster, seeming to want to swallow her whole.
“An Xi, you were angry just now, weren’t you?”
He casually closed the distance between them, like a hunter establishing his hunting territory… and then, a fatal strike.
“I…” An Xi lowered her head and took two steps back.
She had indeed been angry, and obviously so.
But facing Yan Qing like this, she suddenly found herself at a loss for words.
“An Xi, why are you angry? And, what are you to me… what right do you have to be angry, hm?” His tone carried a hint of seduction.
Yan Qing continued to move forward until An Xi, forced to retreat, finally had her back pressed against the glass of a coffee shop that had long since hung up its “Closed” sign.
“I…”
Her tongue seemed tied, stammering as if she could only say the word “I”.
“An Xi, do you… like me?”
His slender fingertips traced her cheek, seemingly intentionally brushing past her lower lip, easily catching her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze.
Their breaths seemed to intertwine, temperature rising. An Xi, her face flushed red, almost bit her own tongue. Senior Yan Qing’s demeanor today was just… so wrong…
“So… you don’t like me?”
Yan Qing tilted his head slightly, his face expressionless.
“…” Too close…
An Xi’s gaze wavered for a moment, biting her lower lip.
However, just as she was about to speak, Yan Qing suddenly stepped back.
Abruptly, the cold air hit her face, bringing her slightly to her senses.
In merely a moment, Yan Qing had turned his back and was walking towards the other side of the street…
An Xi looked at that retreating figure, clenching her fist…
