The commotion eventually drew the attention of the gardeners in the vicinity. Upon witnessing the scene under the porch, the gardeners reacted as if they'd stumbled upon an incredible secret. They quickly bowed their heads, held their breath, afraid to even breathe too loudly, and even their movements became considerably lighter.
Ning Guiwan glanced at her wrist, held firmly in Quan Yu's grasp. The man's large hand seemed to exert little force, yet she couldn't break free.
"What exactly do you want?"
She looked up at the man's sharply defined face. Sunlight slanted across it, and in the interplay of light and shadow, his nose appeared exceptionally straight.
Quan Yu slowly leaned in. Ning Guiwan instinctively turned her face away as his warm breath brushed her ear. She took an involuntary step back, her hand clutching her bag pressing against Quan Yu's arm, just as she heard his magnetic voice whisper, "Don't go on any more blind dates."
His tone was somewhat domineering.
