Yun Qiluo obediently shook her head, "No."
As she spoke, she puckered her rosy little lips and leaned towards him.
She had just drunk champagne and carried a fruity aroma.
Yan Yan was rarely caught off guard.
By the time he reacted, she had already kissed him on the cheek.
The soft sensation was fleeting.
Yan Yan didn't have time to savor it, immediately furrowed his eyebrows, and pulled her back with his hand.
Their faces were very, very close.
The lighting in the private room was dim, the DJ's music was deafening, their noses were almost touching, breathing intertwined, creating a world of their own.
Yun Qiluo gazed at that exquisite face so close at hand, and those deep phoenix eyes.
She was a little disoriented, nervously clutching the fabric on his shoulder.
"Beautiful woman?"
The man's attractive lips moved slightly, commanding, "Kiss me again."
She obediently leaned in again and kissed him on the cheek.
As she withdrew, Yun Qiluo only felt her heart racing.
