The temperature in the room quickly rose, as the kiss between the two beca sowhat suggestive.
Qiao Mo, who was originally doing her makeup in front of the dressing mirror, couldn’t help but put her hand on her forehead as she saw this scene reflected from the Qiao family...
They were both troubleso individuals, and she had no desire to interrupt.
But occasionally taking a glance in the mirror, it really... made one blush.
The kiss grew increasingly lingering, yet just as Yan Yiheng was getting lost in it, Xie Qinghuan suddenly raised her knee, and unceremoniously aid a kick at his crotch.
The man seemingly unprepared, however, remained mindful. In the next mont, he swiftly blocked her leg with his large hand.
He opened his eyes, intending to show a teasing smile.
The next mont, a man’s muffled groan echoed in the room.
Xie Qinghuan’s other foot, with her high heel, dug the sharp heel steadily into Yan Yiheng’s shiny leather shoe.
She watched the vein pop on his forehead and laughed flirtatiously, "What’s wrong? Don’t like it?"
Yan Yiheng’s face turned livid. Damn it, he was actually fooled by her feint!
He had anticipated that the woman in front of him wouldn’t comply so easily and was prepared, but he didn’t expect her to attack from another angle.
Xie Qinghuan continued to press down, as if utterly unaware of what she was stepping on.
Instead, she laughed heartily, regretting she hadn’t eaten more to have greater strength, hoping to render his foot useless for half a year.
Yan Yiheng would never beg for rcy, his large hand landed on her waist, lifting her up, retracting his foot imdiately, his face ashen.
"Why do you look so unwell? You’re not sick, are you?" Xie Qinghuan feigned concern.
A wicked glint flashed in Yan Yiheng’s eyes, as he smirked and whispered in her ear, "One day, I’ll make sure to break these legs of yours in bed."
His gaze was cold, his tone was sinister.
Though he spoke with a smile, it nonetheless made Xie Qinghuan shiver internally.
"Alright then, let’s see whose legs break first." She curled her lip disdainfully, taunting him.
At this mont, a knock on the door sounded.
Soon after, a female attendant opened the door and said to Yan Yiheng, "Mr. Yan, Mr. Fu requests your presence."
Yan Yiheng turned his head, glanced at her, then focused back on Xie Qinghuan, gently tilting her chin as he softly said, "Rember, my na is Yan Yiheng."
Xie Qinghuan was montarily stunned, then chuckled softly, "I think you shouldn’t be called Yan Yiheng. You should be called Yan Liangshu."
With that, she lightly knocked his hand away, and turned towards the makeup table.
He remained standing, chuckling lightly.
Yan Liangshu? Isn’t that two...
The lingering sensation of her lips remained on his, he gently wiped his thumb across his lips, savoring it.
...
After Yan Yiheng left, the room finally returned to its previous ease.
Although the man seed to do nothing, it was hard to explain why, but as soon as he appeared, everyone in the room started getting tense.
Since the bridesmaid also needed makeup, Xie Qinghuan sat a short distance from Qiao Mo.
The two prepared makeup artists quickly approached her, sowhat anxious.
After all, they had been ready for quite a while, but with Yan Yiheng there, none dared to speak.
Everyone knew Mr. Jiu’s temperant, and if truly provoked, flipping their makeup kits wasn’t out of the question.
Qiao Mo smiled sowhat provocatively at Xie Qinghuan in the mirror.
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