Confronted by Hei Chai's questions, Hu Zefan's expression was extremely complicated. He stared at Hei Chai for a long while, as if he had a thousand things to say.
No longer the naive little girl who thought love was her world, Hei Chai, having crossed a river full of men, was best at discerning a man's heart through his eyes.
Hu Zefan's eyes told her he wanted her.
Ha, was he regretting that back then he hadn't even slept with her before kicking her out?
Good, very good. Hei Chai feared nothing more than men who had no intentions towards her, because men without intentions were the hardest to conquer. As long as they had desires, she could wrap them around her finger.
So, meeting Hu Zefan's gaze, she flirtatiously brushed her bangs aside and smiled enchantingly, "Didn't expect that I'm getting prettier, did you?"
"Sijin!" Hu Zefan stepped forward and grasped Hei Chai's hand, his lips trembling with excitement.
