"You wait, say it again, I'm going to record this."
Yan Huan's face darkened, and just to be sure, he took out his phone.
Before he could start recording, she already leaned over, wrapping her arms around Yan Huan's neck.
Her entire body pressed up against his, a perfect one-to-one fit.
Yan Huan's pupils slightly contracted, staring directly at Spencer who was also staring at him with open eyes.
The tips of their noses, only a few centimeters apart.
She didn't wear makeup, yet her skin was so fair and tender, it was unknown what precious materials were used at her wealthy home for nourishment.
But those eyes alone were clear and unpolluted by anything.
She looked straight at Yan Huan, her long lashes fluttering, outlining her curved eyebrows and eyes.
Then she spoke,
"...Like."
Yan Huan was slightly startled, not yet responding.
Right at that moment, the sound of hasty footsteps came from outside the door.
Yan Huan's face instantly changed, and he said to Spencer,
