Qi Jingren felt like she was so idle she was about to grow cobwebs, sitting at the bar counter, watching Qin Shaobai with boredom. She always felt he was acting too strangely lately.
The Qin Shaobai she knew was notorious for being a flirt; he should be making waves in some hotel at this hour, yet he spent the week here chatting with those old drunks.
Qin Shaobai was seriously mixing drinks, his sharply defined profile becoming soft under the glare of the spotlight.
Qi Jingren remained silent, continually watching him.
Qin Shaobai, sensing the depth of her gaze, turned his face to scrutinize her suspiciously, then cracked a mischievous grin: "Did you all of a sudden realize how handsome I am?"
His smile was devilishly charming and implied so much unsaid; it could drive many girls wild.
Qi Jingren raised her eyelids slightly: "Have you changed your taste recently?"
