The streetlights were very bright. The woman stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at her. Her facial features were seductive like a sharp knife that stabbed into the man's heart.
Her eyes were as clear as water, and when she smiled, they were even more colorful, making spring dim and the stars dim. It was unrealistic. The shadows of the trees fell on her, and the woman was like a fairy in the forest, about to leave this world at any time.
Qiao Yanze stared at her as if he had been slapped, and his blood was boiling.
There was a long silence.
Li Yinian saw something in his dazed eyes and felt regret.
This wasn't what she wanted.
She hoped that the man would let her go, but now, her actions and seduction were no different.
Had that become her instinct?
Li Yinian thought to herself and stopped smiling. "I'm kidding. Don't take it seriously."
Her voice became calm, and her gentleness disappeared.
