Yao Qing stared at the displeased brows and eyes of the man before her, her thoughts stirred, and then she slightly tilted her chin upward.
"What, I can't even take a look at someone who's easy on the eyes?"
Yu Yanshen's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, his low voice suddenly laced with a hint of danger.
"Qingqing, say that again?"
Yao Qing met his gaze, and after a long moment, she couldn't help but let out a snicker.
She reached out, pulled down the hand that had been on her chin, and leaned in to whisper softly, "I was just kidding, I just glanced casually, you can't seriously expect to sew my eyes shut so I can't look at people, right?"
The man's expression was still not pleasant to look at, downright sour.
Yao Qing did not understand why just because she glanced at Fu Moyi once, this man could get so angry.
"Don't be angry, I came today to give you..."
