Qin Youxuan paused her steps, changed into her slippers, and walked forward.
She reached out from behind the sofa, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Why didn't you go to the company? Is the problem with Zhi Shang resolved?"
Her soft voice carried a hint of coquettishness.
The fire Dan Hanjie had been suppressing mysteriously dwindled by more than half.
He grabbed her arm, pulled her over from behind the sofa, and effortlessly dragged her into his embrace.
"Dan Hanjie!"
Qin Youxuan didn't expect him to make such a sudden move, and she was startled. Instinctively, she pushed him away with her hand.
The reflexive action seemed to provoke him.
Dan Hanjie's face darkened instantly. His alluring features carried a chilling sheen, and he said nothing, merely reached out and pinched her delicate cheek.
"It hurts!"
