Lin Anxin's back stiffened, her attitude extremely bad as she rolled her eyes without any image, "None of your damn business!"
Si Chen's lips faintly curled into a smile, showing no signs of anger despite being cursed at. Instead, he seemed to soften his gaze because she was ruffled, "Lin Anxin, haven't you noticed that every time you swear, it's when you care a lot about something?"
"You gave yourself away."
This kind of voice, this kind of expression, is criminal.
Lin Anxin secretly cursed "damn" in her heart, kind of understanding why he had such a rich romantic history and why so many socialites liked him.
Because this man is just too seductive.
When he flirts, no one can match him.
Saying she's not moved would be a lie, Lin Anxin could feel her heart being slightly stirred. She pressed her lips together, avoiding Si Chen's intense eyes, neither admitting nor denying it.
But she didn't know there's a saying that silence means consent.
