Li Yuntang's smile didn't change as he reached out to play with the bubbles on the water's surface, looking meaningfully at the nervous little woman.
In the silent room, his voice was deep and gentle, with a magical power that made one's heart race: "After all, whether it's meant for one person or not, we'll have to test it to find out."
"Li Yuntang, you must have picked up the wrong script for a scoundrel!"
Yan Xiaye was a bit flustered. His playful expression was clearly reflected in her beautiful watery eyes, and in a moment of heated confusion, she blurted out, "There are only two days left until Christmas, I, I haven't prepared yet..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized what she had said.
Her little face, already flushed from the steam, turned even redder as she pouted at the man who was deliberately teasing her, "I hate it, go away!"
"I can leave if you wish."
