Editor: Henyee Translations
She looked up, and although his high nose bridge was hidden behind sunglasses and his eyes were unseen, Song Yi felt that piercingly aggressive gaze, as if she were a target being locked onto, making her heart tighten.
"You wish." He drawled, "No kissing."
His tone carried a teasing smile, light, sexy and hoarse, inexplicably alluring.
Song Yi: "!!?"
Song Yi understood, damn, this man did it on purpose!
He knew how to attract a woman and then used this sarcastic, superior attitude to say it, shattering her proud deanor.
Making her humble herself, not acting high above.
Just with these few words, she knew.
This man was a scher, an expert.
Before she could speak, he unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out.
Right across from her, he rested his hand on the car door, his posture lazy yet inexplicably commanding and forceful.
He raised his hand, pinching the sunglasses between his index and middle fingers, pulling them down to reveal a pair of handso eyes.
His facial features were very defined, with a prominently arched brow bone that added depth to his whole face, his high brow ridge and deep-set eye sockets, his eyes carrying an enthralling smile.
There was both a bit of reckless wildness and constrained steadiness, and this steadiness balanced his aura. It wasn’t boundlessly wild, nor was it a sloppy kind of roguishness; it was a lazy charm tinged with masculine decency, rugged and forceful.
"Leaving?" the man spoke again.
He smiled, lazily and slightly mischievously.
The smile made her heart race uncontrollably.
Song Yi stared at him, perhaps it was a woman’s strong sixth sense, or maybe it was so inexplicable aura about the man that made her feel—
This matter wasn’t simple.
The woman slightly licked her lips, "I’m not leaving with you, I’m not letting you pay for the car either, goodbye, goodbye!"
Her number one rule in life, when things look wrong, even just a hint, the best strategy is to make a run for it.
No matter how tempting a man might be, her own safety was more important.
As she turned, she suddenly saw the shadow on the ground, of the man across the car effortlessly climbing over from the other side with one hand on the car roof.
Holy crap, no way this handso guy was a human trafficker?
She hadn’t gone far before she felt her wrist tighten.
The rough, calloused palm with warmth transmitted to her.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Didn’t you want to add on WeChat?" he asked again.
"Didn’t you want to transfer money to you?" he asked once more.
His lazy and magnetic tone, a deadly triple question.
"Cough, cough—" Song Yi turned around.
A sudden gust of wind blew through the corridor, scattering her hair, her pretty oval face revealed in front of him.
Her fox-like eyes sparkling, exuding allure, naturally charming, her softness making one’s heart lt.
Gripping her hand, he could feel, the woman was very slim.
Delicate bones and slender figure, yet captivating and dazzling.
The wind also carried that faint scent of green tea mixed with tobacco from him.
A pure and seductive... masculine aroma.
"Oh, you’re quite skillful, sir~" she tried to pull away her hand, smiling with her eyes narrowing: "I wonder how strong your waist is, sir?"
Her voice was extrely soft and charming, weaving itself into the bones, her whole deanor coquettish, yet her words were like a female rascal.
And he was not falling for it.
He released the woman’s hand.
The next second, Song Yi saw a police badge flashed before her.
"Police." he said.
"..." The man most capable of rejection in history.
His thod was quite novel.
"Song Yi." The man’s deep black eyes stared at her, and the corners of his flushed lips slightly curved up with a raising arc: "Is that right?"
Song Yi was stunned.
Now she knew why she had felt that aggressive gaze through the sunglasses.
It wasn’t a man’s gaze at a woman, but a police officer’s gaze at a suspect.
No wonder, no wonder this man had a rebellious wildness and an imposing calmness, turns out, he was a cop....
"Tang Si." She slowly curved her lips, an extrely gentle smile appeared on her face: "Officer Tang, may I ask what cri I’ve committed?"
"If flirting with you counts as a cri, I don’t admit it."
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