"So you actually wore them?"
Lin Shen was completely stunned.
He truly hadn't expected Qin Yuenan to take his offhand suggestion.
When had this aloof, cool beauty become so obedient?
'I tell her to wear black stockings, and she wears black stockings.'
'Does that mean she'll wear whatever I ask her to next time?'
An idea sparked in Lin Shen's mind, and he brazenly let his gaze roam all over Qin Yuenan's beautiful, stocking-clad legs, as if trying to measure them with his eyes.
'Tsk, tsk!'
'They look amazing!'
Seemingly sensing Lin Shen's fiery gaze, Qin Yuenan bit a piece of lamb off the metal skewer. She then aimed the sharp tip at his eyes, her own beautiful eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint.
It was as if to say, "Keep staring and I'll poke your eyes out!"
"Ahem!"
Seeing this, Lin Shen quickly retracted his gaze and jumped into Zhao Ye's conversation.
"What are you guys talking about?"
"We're talking about how a punk like you got so lucky!"
