The expressions of everyone instantly became subtle and obscure.
If one were to describe Qin Muqing's words 'fed to the dogs', it was full of ridicule and mockery.
At this moment, however, the term seemed to gain an extra layer of pinkish ambiguous allure.
Qin Muqing's expression stiffened, secretly cursing this person for being extremely cunning.
Just this morning he was scornful of her seductive tactics, and now he shamelessly employs the beauty scheme himself.
The irony being that the usually indifferent and cold-hearted Su Jing seemed somewhat susceptible to it.
How could she allow him to get his way, "Does Young Master Ji think everyone here is a fool with such antics?"
Baili An ignored Qin Muqing's clamor.
His gaze drew a bit closer, still speaking in that proper tone, yet the breath sweeping over her face carried an added softness of intimacy.
"Woof..."
Beneath the smiling thin lips, a faint gleam of sharp teeth could be seen.
