Qin Yiren was startled.
She opened her eyes wide and looked back, meeting the man's deep gaze.
He wore a black mask, revealing only a pair of long, peach blossom eyes, with a faint scent of tobacco mixed with mint...
Chu Xinian?
She didn't understand why Chu Xinian would appear here, but this isn't the right occasion to reveal the man's identity, given the crowded and watchful surroundings.
Her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, Qin Yiren stood straight, trying to put some distance between them: "You..."
"Who are you?"
Wei Li was planning to make a new invitation after the first dance ended.
Now, seeing the sudden appearance of a stranger, he reached out and grabbed Qin Yiren's wrist, furrowing his brow like a girl protector: "Please let go of my dance partner."
"The one who should let go is you." Chu Xinian's gaze moved away from Qin Yiren, taking stock of the handsome pretty boy opposite him, "Get lost, don't make me say it twice."
