After saying that, Si Fan, without hesitation, withdrew her hand, like a player who flirts without taking any responsibility.
But that teasing gesture inevitably stirred Jun Yan's heartstrings.
He slightly lowered his eyes, picked up a glass of wine, sipped it, and said with a slowly drying throat, "Go on."
The tone had a hint of helplessness.
Si Fan laughed, tapped his high, straight nose with her fair fingertip, and turned away.
Jun Yan pressed his lips into a smile.
Just as Si Fan left, a crowd of flamboyantly dressed women approached the private room, each holding fruit, red wine, and snacks.
They pushed open the door and rushed in all at once, accompanied by a strong scent of perfume.
"Hey, handsome!"
The sweet voices instantly filled the entire room.
Jun Yan looked up, and his expression immediately darkened.
Chen Fei sensed Jun Yan's change in mood and quickly went over to block the women, "Who let you in?"
