The scoundrel gazed deeply into her eyes and asked softly, "What is it that makes Sister Ting's heart fantasize yet hold back? Can you tell me?"
Heavens! This little rascal is slaying me!
Guo Qingting's heart pounded furiously in her chest.
Han Lie's charm score of 79 wasn't exactly top-tier handsome.
And Guo Qingting wasn't the type to obsess over a man's looks; none of her previous boyfriends had been particularly handsome.
But Han Lie's most devastating attribute was that his eyes alone were completely maxed out.
They were clear, clean, and mysterious, seemingly capable of conveying deep emotions. Up close, it felt as if there were black holes in the depths of his pupils, tugging at one's scalp and drawing them inward.
