Qiao Chengxun didn't reply, adjusted his breath, and continued doing push-ups.
Every time the man's body pressed down, his hot breath hit Han Dingxi's face, making her blush and her heart race.
The man's sweat-soaked but flawless handsome face was impeccably clean, even at such a close distance, she couldn't find a single flaw. His dark eyes exuded a piercing chill.
Cold...
Han Dingxi could feel the icy indifference of this man.
He was always indifferent towards her.
But so what?
He was right in front of her now, so close, within reach.
Thinking of this, Han Dingxi's lips curled into a seductive smile, joking, "Young Master Qiao, if your right hand can't hold on, just tell me in advance. You don't want to kiss me, I won't make it difficult for you."
Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes gazed into the distance, not glancing at her, and he said expressionlessly, "A bet is a bet."
As soon as he finished speaking, a few mischievous friends laughed.
