Their posture looked extremely ambiguous, as if in the next second, Yan Yu would lower his head and kiss her.
The girls nearby couldn't have imagined things would develop this way, and they watched with envy.
They could only wish they could immediately pull An Ziqi down and replace her position.
Some of the girls were contemplating whether to imitate An Ziqi in the future, hoping to be pinned to the wall by their male god.
Over there.
An Ziqi didn't have time to care about the pain from being knocked against the wall, she gritted her teeth and looked up at Yan Yu.
His long bangs hung down, hiding most of his dark eyes.
Yet it couldn't hide the trace of coldness in his eyes.
Such a cold gaze was as if what he saw wasn't a living person, but a dead object.
His features were exquisite, his thin lips as rosy and tender as a woman's, making his entire face strikingly handsome.
