In the brightly lit living room, the tall and jade-like figure walked leisurely through the entrance, slowly approaching.
Yu Chiyin walked while taking off his suit jacket, casually handing it to a servant nearby.
He wore a white silk shirt paired with a black vest, accentuating a slender yet well-proportioned figure. His long legs moved as if stepping on piano keys, exuding immense grace.
Song Sixuan watched mesmerized, thinking she truly liked him, truly loved him, to be so unconsciously attracted by his every move.
No one had ever.
No man had ever given her such a strong and enthralling feeling of heart throbs.
After noticing his coldness, she had asked herself countless times why she liked a man who didn't like her back.
But the next time she saw him, she would forget her reason.
Song Sixuan thought, he might be poison, a deadly one that she couldn't resist sinking into once she saw him.
