Li Yifei wasn't exaggerating when he praised Wu Shuwei's beauty because she was truly stunning. With the current atmosphere, she appeared even more beautiful, and Li Yifei watched admiringly, his eyes bright. Wu Shuwei lightly bit her cherry lips, her gaze wavering, as Li Yifei's intense gaze made her heart flutter amidst the bustling crowd.
This sensation wasn't fear; it was an emotion she couldn't quite describe. She wanted to cover her heart to stop it from beating so fast, and a voice within whispered: This cunning man is looking at me like that – does he want to hold or kiss me?
These thoughts flashed by in an instant. Had Li Yifei embraced her now, he would find Wu Shuwei's body tense, her muscles taut. Since Wu Shuwei was in high heels, they were eye-to-eye, gazing at each other, their eyes reflecting one another. After what felt like forever, Li Yifei grinned, asking, "Are you cold?"
