She wasn't someone who didn't know how to please others.
Qin Mo hadn't even realized how easily she relaxed in front of Chu Yiqin, reverting to her former self without schemes or walking on thin ice.
"Today?"
Qin Mo raised a finger, looking at Chu Yiqin.
Chu Yiqin put down his knife and fork, about to grab a napkin, but Qin Mo snatched it up instead and leaned in to wipe his mouth. She really would do anything to get leave.
But, the distance was too close.
Their eyes met, and warm breaths intertwined.
The deep and bottomless ink in those slender eyes ensnared Qin Mo unintentionally.
She had never seen such mesmerizing eyes, so deeply captivating.
Qin Mo coughed a few times to mask her embarrassment, trying to create distance from this man, but he caught her. Chu Yiqin's fingertips brushed against her cheek, grazing past her lips.
Ambiguous.