Lin Banxia was made utterly flustered by the low, raspy voice of the man, her face turning crimson as she failed to utter a single word in response.
When Yan Ting turned wicked, he was utterly irresistible, stirring her heart into a restless sway, teetering dangerously as if about to fall into his grasp.
Seeing her shyly lowering her head, Yan Ting, with a rare streak of benevolence, decided to let her off the hook.
Only then did Lin Banxia quietly exhale a breath of relief.
Exquisite dishes were brought to the table, and shortly after, a server delivered a bouquet of exceedingly rare pink roses.
Lin Banxia stared dumbfounded at the roses, then shifted her gaze toward Yan Ting.
"If you like them, please accept them, won't you?"
Of course Lin Banxia liked them. She reached out and took the bouquet, the fragrance of the roses hitting her senses and leaving her slightly dizzy.
