He disregarded her, offering no answer. His posture remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard a thing. But his disregard didn't mean she was willing to give up.
Gazing at Qin Fan's handsome face, which possessed an indescribable charm, the tipsy woman flashed a seductive smile. She slid over on the sofa, and with a deft twist of her body, pressed herself against him. The faint, alluring scent of her perfume, mixed with alcohol, drifted toward his nose.
Tilting her head slightly, she repeated, "Little brother, can you buy a big sister like me a drink?"
Just as she was about to deploy her ultimate move—a gentle bite on his earlobe—Qin Fan finally spoke, his voice incredibly cold and indifferent.
"Get lost."
The woman trembled in disbelief, her body freezing. Get lost? "Little brother, what did you say?"
"The wine on the table is yours to drink. When you're done, get lost," Qin Fan said emotionlessly, his posture still unchanged.
