Jiang Yining looked back at him, only to see his gaze flicker slightly, sincere and moving.
Although she had been drinking, her mind was still clear, and she said seriously, "Mr. Fu, we've known each other for less than a week. Didn't we agree to take things slow and get to know each other first?"
Fu Chengxun's gaze deepened a bit, and he let out a chuckle. "You really are the most unique girl I've ever met."
"The 'uniqueness' you mean is my refusal to quickly accept your pursuit, isn't it?" Jiang Yining asked knowingly.
Fu Chengxun neither confirmed nor denied, "You're very clever. You're making me find this more and more interesting."
Jiang Yining met his eyes, and for some reason, she felt a hint of fear, as though she were his prey—pursued, toyed with, and eventually devoured.
She blinked, breaking eye contact, reached for her bag, and said to him, "Mr. Fu, I'm feeling a bit tired. I'd like to head home now."