His voice was low and pleasant, laced with a seductive charm that tugged at heartstrings.
Yan Xi fought to suppress the panic in her heartbeat as she looked up at the man standing before her.
The distance between the two was very close; Yan Xi could only brace her hand against his shoulder.
"President Yu, why must you insist on banging your head against a wall?"
Yu Siting's eyes brimmed with deep affection. "Without trying, how can I know if I can't break through this wall?"
There was a faint scent on Yan Xi that mesmerized him. He leaned in to kiss her soft pink lips, but as he did so, Yan Xi raised her hand to cover his mouth.
"President Yu."
"I haven't even agreed to your pursuit, and you're already thinking about kissing? Isn't that moving a bit too fast?"
Yu Siting's eyebrows quirked slightly, his gaze warm as he looked at the cunningly smiling woman before him. He tried to speak, but in the next second, she pushed him away ruthlessly.