Seeing Yan Xiaye hesitate to speak, Li Yuntang's smile deepened.
His slender index finger gently hooked her upturned nose, his faint breath caressed her cheek, and he softly said with profound meaning, "Don't worry, I won't do anything."
Yan Xiaye hadn't thought in that unspeakable direction initially, but upon his hint, she dumbly looked at him.
The handsome man was close at hand, his calm and elegant demeanor made it hard to look away, her eyelashes trembled in surprise, almost touching his chin.
Her heart felt as if it was stuffed with cotton. She bit her lip and looked at his expression, "Still, it's not okay. The Qin family has many people and many eyes, if word gets out..."
"If word gets out, that's perfect. Then everyone will treat you as my woman, and you'll have no reason to avoid me." Li Yuntang laughed darkly and dominantly, to divert Yan Xiaye's attention, his usual cold and inscrutable image slightly relaxed, his pupils filled with an aggressive shimmer.