Wen Qian couldn't quite wrap her head around it.
'Wait, did the Little Fox get the wrong script?'
'Shouldn't he be giving me the cold shoulder, telling me this is a once-in-a-lifetime offer? Why is he suddenly so eager to throw himself at me?'
"Don't move. Let me get a good look..." Wen Qian leaned in instinctively, her expression grave. Under his bewildered gaze, she cupped his face in her hands. "Tell me, who put a spell on you?"
The Little Fox: "You..."
Well, Wen Qian certainly knew how to push his buttons.
The Little Fox's expression did indeed turn cold. Before getting into the car, he didn't forget to shoot a glare back at Wen Qian.
Wen Qian, however, didn't seem to mind, still smiling and waving at him. Only after he was gone did she gently pat her chest.
'That was close. I almost said yes.'
'Who could say no to a man who ticks all of their aesthetic boxes saying something like that?'
