Jun Yan: "!!!"
The man was momentarily stunned.
Si Fan's lips curled lazily, her eyes deep, "What? Never seen a beauty curse before?"
Jun Yan coughed lightly, caught off guard.
Ignoring him, Si Fan reached into the slight bulge of his pocket with her slender white hand, moving quickly.
But she didn't grab anything because his hand had it securely covered.
She flicked her eyelids, raising her eyes to look at him.
This guy, quite a quick reaction.
Jun Yan clutched her wrist firmly, his voice low and husky, "Don't mess around."
The man's eyes were deep, his features sharp, like they were carved with a knife.
With a face that could bring the downfall of a nation, it's really hard to refuse.
Moreover... his voice was so enticing, and the skill to seduce was quite high.
Si Fan nodded, compromising, "Okay, I won't mess around. Let go."
Jun Yan stared at her for a moment, and when he was sure she wouldn't reach for his pocket again, he released her.
