As Yan Ruyu stood up, her ample chest, which seemed ready to burst out of her sweater, bounced slightly, catching Ye Fei's full attention as he turned to look at her.
For a moment, Ye Fei's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his heart raced. Little Ye Fei stood at attention in record time, and he silently cursed to himself.
This woman is absolutely the most potent poison for any man.
To avoid making a fool of himself, he forced himself to look away, resisting the urge to keep staring.
Yan Ruyu noticed his reaction, and her heartbeat quickened. She was well aware of her allure and usually took great care to avoid such situations. But in her flustered state, she'd forgotten.
When she saw the heat in Ye Fei's gaze, she didn't feel the usual disgust she had toward other men—only a deep sense of embarrassment. She quickly urged Song Xuan, "Should we go to your room? Let's hurry."