Just as the young lady Bai Yue's fingers were about to touch Wang Yan, he quickly raised his hand and subtly avoided her reach.
Seeing this, Bai Yue was somewhat taken aback but then chuckled, her enchanting eyes sweeping over Wang Yan's face as she said, "You actually have some self-control, huh? But the harder to get, the sweeter it tastes. Hehe, little fresh meat, you can't escape my grasp."
With that, Bai Yue flicked her black hair, giggling, and walked away from Wang Yan, moving forward.
Wang Yan couldn't help but let out a wry smile, shaking his head.
To this day, Wang Yan was no longer the naive boy who would blush furiously just from holding hands with Beiming Xue.
Now, Wang Yan completely comprehended the implicit meaning in Bai Yue's words.
Watching Bai Yue's fiery figure and swaying hips as she walked away, Wang Yan shrugged to himself, thinking: The world is truly treacherous.
