At this moment, An Yin was fully focused on Bao Shaojin's phone, completely oblivious to how close they were.
Bao Shaojin's cold eyes glanced at her sharp, thin chin; her tender, bright red lips were slightly open, as if waiting for someone to kiss them. At a glance, they were very tempting, and Bao Shaojin could clearly feel a certain part of him becoming inexplicably sensitive, waves of unease completely out of his control.
As the young girl leaned closer, her fragrance drifted into Bao Shaojin's nostrils.
He was always noble and aloof, but an unnatural expression appeared on his face.
After An Yin helped him confirm the payment, she felt as if a weight had finally lifted from her heart. She turned her head and only then realized how close the man's face was, "I—I've handled it for you."
Bao Shaojin looked at the young girl's fair face, and because of their close proximity, he could see the faint fuzz on her cheeks.
