"Not interested." Pei Yan lifted his eyelids indifferently.
"Not interested, or just scared? The double-winning movie emperor, the heir of the Pei Group, can't even handle a little game?" Qin Yun continued to provoke him.
"Boring." Pei Yan glanced at her, spat out two words, and got up to leave.
Qin Yun would never let him leave just like that, she only had twenty minutes left, if she let him go, she was done for.
She instinctively reached out to grab Pei Yan, whose steps were not slow, and in the pull between them, due to the law of conservation of energy, the stronger party naturally pulled the weaker one towards them.
Pei Yan instinctively turned around, not expecting Qin Yun to crash right into his arms, her nose hitting his firm chest directly.
With a muffled grunt, she instinctively muttered, "Ouch, it hurts."
The sharp pain in her nose instantly stimulated her tear ducts, and Qin Yun's beautiful eyes immediately filled with a misty layer.
