Annie Anne fiercely wiped the palm of her hand that had just touched Danny's, glaring at him with obvious disgust on her face.
But Danny, on the other hand, smirked with interest, biting his lip as he sneered at Annie Anne, "What's with the act of pretending to be so pure? I've seen plenty of women like you."
"Shut your mouth!" Annie Anne immediately snapped.
"Miss Anne, it's just the two of us here. Why keep up the charade?" Danny looked at Annie Anne with arms crossed, a malicious gleam in his eyes.
"Didn't I come to the lounge following your hints? What kind of scene are you trying to play now?"
"What hints?" Annie Anne's expression turned icy.
But Annie Anne's words only provoked a laugh from Danny. He initially reached out to touch Annie Anne's cheek, but she slapped his hand away with a strong reaction.
Annie Anne's forceful move instantly made the back of Danny's hand turn red.
Danny clicked his tongue impatiently, scrutinizing Annie Anne in front of him.
