Xiao Jinhan smiled casually: "Fully booked."

Tang Yaoyao: "......"

puff……

This police station must be doing incredibly well.

If it weren't for that, she would have thought that Xiao Jinhan came to keep her company because he was afraid she would be lonely.

Tang Yaoyao thought about what had happened at the banquet, realizing that she had probably ruined it.

Thinking about it, this can be considered as disrespecting him.

However, Xiao Jinhan and the like don't need to worry about saving face.

Moreover, she hated his serious, aloof, and ascetic demeanor the most.

I really want to tear him apart and see just how cold he really is.

Thinking about it, Tang Yaoyao moved closer to him, her mischievous eyes shining like the moon, and she softly said, "Brother Xiao."

Xiao Jinhan frowned slightly, his voice icy: "Speak properly."

Tang Yaoyao smiled sweetly; it seemed she hadn't been approaching things correctly.

She placed her slender fingers on his shoulder; the white shirt had a fine texture, and she could feel the strength of his shoulders.

She smiled, revealing her foxy nature: "Brother Xiao, you didn't come to keep me company on purpose, but you're just being stubborn and won't say it, huh?"

Xiao Jinhan stepped back without changing his expression.

Tang Yaoyao wanted to go forward and continue teasing him, but unexpectedly, he grabbed her hand.

Tang Yaoyao looked down and saw that her hand was completely enveloped in his large palm.

The spot where I touched his palm turned slightly white because of the pressure he applied.

His five fingers were all long and slender, and his hands were very elegant with well-defined bones. Looking at them, they were like an incredibly perfect painting.

"If only I had a cell phone," Tang Yaoyao sighed.

Xiao Jinhan frowned, seemingly puzzled.

Tang Yaoyao smiled, slowly withdrew her hand, and smiled brightly at him: "You can take a picture then, Brother Xiao, your hands are very beautiful."

For some reason, the image of her soft left hand in his palm appeared in Xiao Jinhan's mind.

It had a unique tactile feel, and I subconsciously looked over.

When I glanced at her right hand, I noticed a shallow scar on the web between her thumb and forefinger.

Tang Yaoyao looked up and followed his gaze, and saw blood on the tiger's mouth.

Actually, it was discovered a long time ago.

But at this moment...

If not now, when?

She immediately frowned, switching into her pitiful, innocent "white lotus" mode.

She sat down next to him and stretched out her hand: "Brother Xiao, my hand hurts so much... It's cut, will it leave a scar?"

Xiao Jinhan glanced at her and saw that her alluring fox-like eyes were full of pitifulness.

This woman used her acting skills on him.

His brows furrowed slightly as he grasped her outstretched hand, lowered his head, and took a bite.

Tang Yaoyao: "...!!!"

He was actually licking her wounds?

sky?

Xiao Jinhan!

She had lived for over a thousand years, seducing countless men, but had never truly had anything happen with a man; this was the closest she had ever been to him.

A face quickly became hot, the heat spreading to the ears.

He withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

The brain's only immediate reaction is to become enraged.

Kill Xiao Lao Si!

Damn it!

How dare he touch her?

Tang Yaoyao raised her hand and slammed a fist into Xiao Jinhan.

Who is Xiao Jinhan?

His reaction speed was second to none; he caught her small fist in one swift motion.

Without turning his head, he merely narrowed his dangerously sharp eyes: "Is this how Miss Tang repays her debt of gratitude?"

Tang Yaoyao withdrew her hand: "Fourth Master Xiao, you're taking advantage of me."

Xiao Jinhan shrugged, his voice calm and indifferent: "You've taken advantage of me, haven't you? That's enough."