At this moment, in Shen Sirui's eyes, An Qi looked just like a frightened little deer.
A man, a man who is accustomed to standing at a high place, always greatly enjoys the feeling of having everything under control.
The smile at the corner of Shen Sirui's lips grew even wider. He leaned slightly towards An Qi, deliberately gazing at her with searing eyes, and said to her with a bewitching voice:
"An Qi, are you really that afraid of me? Hehehe... Hahahahahahaha..."
An Qi naturally did not answer. She simply stared at the floor with even more bewildered and helpless eyes.
After Shen Sirui himself felt bored, he withdrew his hand. He turned and walked towards the large bed in the bedroom, poured himself a glass of red wine, and sat on the bed, signaling for An Qi to come over and sit as well.
An Qi quickly and obediently walked over, like a gentle little cat, snuggling into Shen Sirui's arms, letting him hold her.
