Feng Huaijin looked straight ahead, his eyes scrutinizing Su Li, but his voice was indifferent as he addressed the two stunned girlfriends: "You two, go inside."
The two stood still, not moving.
Su Li, with a tearful face, said, "You both go inside first. He has something to discuss with me, don’t worry about me."
Only then did Xu Haohao swallow hard, pulling the dazed Lu Xiaomian along to turn around and enter the room, closing the door.
Xu Haohao and Lu Xiaomian exchanged glances, simultaneously seeing the suspicion in each other’s eyes.
Xiao Li has nothing to do with Seventh Master Feng, is she fooling ghosts?
Su Li was almost encircled by him, pressed against the wall.
He still carried a faint scent of sweat, which entered her nostrils but didn’t seem unpleasant.
The man’s presence was somewhat overwhelming, making her feel uncomfortable.
A faint blush appeared on Su Li’s little face, and she turned her eyes aside to ask, "What are you doing? Didn’t I help you? Why are you still treating me ?"
Feng Huaijin, with a slightly sweaty forehead, pressed it against her delicate forehead, his breath falling on her face, making her feel uneasy.
Feng Huaijin clicked his tongue lightly against his upper gums, his tone carrying a hint of command: "Lift your eyes and let me see."
Upon hearing this, Su Li became bold for once.
She used to be most afraid of people noticing her purple eyes, but now she had no need to fear. She could confidently let people look!
Su Li immediately lifted her eyes, blinking those clear and distinct eyes at him.
Su Li felt a bit proud.
Feng Huaijin stared at Su Li’s clear and distinct eyes, his gaze complex, flickering with uncertainty.
"They’re not... purple?" For origınal chapters go to novel✦fire.net
Su Li’s heart skipped a beat, and she immediately exclaimed, "Of course, they’re not purple. I told you before, I used to wear cosmetic lenses."
Feng Huaijin stared at her eyes for a long time, indeed not seeing any sign of cosmetic lenses.
In his heart, there was a slight stir, unsure whether it was joy or disappointment.
Feng Huaijin loosened the arm encircling her, sneering coldly: "Ugly."
She looked so good, otherwise, how could she have such a cute and beautiful son like Tuanzi with him?
Su Li puffed out her cheeks, unhappily saying, "When I wear cosmetic lenses, you say it’s ugly. When I don’t, you also say it’s ugly. Seventh Master Feng..."
Feng Huaijin glanced at her.
Su Li circled around Feng Huaijin, confidently declaring, "Seventh Master Feng, isn’t it your aesthetic that’s the problem?"
The vein on Feng Huaijin’s temple twitched. This bold little girl dared to say he had a problem with his aesthetics!
Seeing that Feng Huaijin might erupt, Su Li quickly changed the subject and asked, "You didn’t come just to see my cosmetic lenses, did you?"
Feng Huaijin’s Adam’s apple moved slightly.
He was somewhat silent for a moment.
He really came to see those eyes.
Before he came, he had envisioned countless times what he would do if she really was that girl.
If he found her earlier than Feng Ciye, what should he say, what kind of opening line should he use?
But now everything had come to naught.
"Knock, knock, knock—" Xu Haohao knocked on the door from inside, and a few seconds later, she opened the door and smiled cheerfully at the two of them.
"Not disturbing you two, right? Just now Xiao Yan called, saying she’s too busy, so we’ll explore Yanjing on our own."
Xu Haohao looked Su Li up and down, discovering she didn’t have any wounds on her body, and moreover, there was a suspicious blush on her face... she couldn’t tell what the two of them were doing outside just now.
Anyway, as long as she wasn’t hurt.
Hearing this, Feng Huaijin responded somewhat nonchalantly, "Why am I here? To play the host."