After changing her clothes, Ye Siyuan touched up her makeup. Then, she put on Si Lisao's suit jacket over her slip dress and went back upstairs.
Si Lisao was dining. His perfect profile and sculpted facial features were so striking that Ye Siyuan felt dizzy with just one glance. She took a deep breath, held her head high, and puffed out her chest. Her curled hair spilled lazily around her as she tried to present her most beautiful side. She sat down opposite Si Lisao.
Si Lisao was a reserved man. His indifference and lack of smiles could be quite cold, exuding a powerful sense of oppression. Ye Siyuan was already nervous. Her usual eloquence deserted her, rendering her mute.
As she hesitated about what to say, he suddenly looked up. His eyes sharpened; the golden irises, like precious stones, flashed with an arresting dark light.
"Changed your clothes?"
