At this moment, one stood inside the house, and one stood outside.
The wall lamp outside the door cast light on Wu Yao's face, outlining his features even more deeply and calmly, making him look as if he had walked out of an oil painting—exquisite, noble, and heroic, enough to mesmerize anyone.
This man, why does he have to be so handsome for no reason?!
So handsome he could blind her eyes that judge by appearance.
"Tonight, I want to have dinner with you." After a moment of silence, Wu Yao spoke, surprisingly.
"...?!!" Bei Yiyi's face burned again.
Does this man have to speak so directly?!!
"You, you, you... wishful thinking!!"
"Yiyi, don't get me wrong, it's not all those messy things you imagine. My villa is a bit far from here, driving back home would be past midnight, and running back and forth is a bit of a hassle. I'll just make do at your place for the night. Rest assured, without your consent, I would never touch you."
