The scent of the man lingered faintly in her breath, and Yan Luoxi’s heartbeat became slightly chaotic.
She immediately stood up.
“I’m sorry…” she hadn’t finished speaking when her eyes widened, “Why is it you?”
Li Yeqi held a cigarette in his mouth, looking both wicked and roguish.
His custom-made black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a delicate collarbone that held a captivating charm, inviting absolute adoration.
The man narrowed his eyes, speaking in a leisurely manner, “Has the lump on the back of your head gone down?”
At his words, Yan Luoxi instinctively reached to feel the back of her head.
The lump had gone down a bit, but it was still painfully making her frown.
Recalling last night’s embarrassing incident, she said awkwardly, “Thank you for taking me to the hospital last night.
I heard that you covered my medical expenses.
How much was it?
I’ll repay you!”
Mou Chenyi stood by and watched the interaction between the two, feeling a strange sensation in his heart.
Didn’t Qianqian say they had slept together?
Why did it seem like Yan Luoxi was treating Yeqi like a stranger?
Sitting opposite Li Yeqi, Baili Ye whistled playfully, raising his brow with a rakish air, “Yeqi doesn’t lack money, he just needs a beauty to warm his bed.”
Li Yeqi glanced at him indifferently, and Baili Ye immediately felt a heavy murderous intent in his look.
Had he said something wrong?
But it was clear that Yeqi had a special place for this woman, especially the way he looked at her, with a man’s gaze for a woman.
“It’s not a lot of money.
Baili Ye mentally gave him a thumbs-up.
Who said Yeqi was slow?
His skill in picking up girls was not to be underestimated.
Yan Luoxi’s gaze swept over the other three men, finally resting on Li Yeqi.
She suddenly realized that among these distinguished young masters, each with their own glowing prestige, he was not overshadowed.
Instead, he exuded an aura of noble pride that was daunting to look at.
Who exactly was this man?
She pinched the palm of her hand, “This doesn’t seem quite proper, does it?”
“What’s improper about it?” the man exhaled a plume of smoke slowly, his tone untroubled; however, those familiar with him knew that he was displeased.
Mou Chenyi hastily made eye signals to Yan Luoxi, but despite his eyes practically cramping, the silly girl didn’t even glance at him, leaving him sweating profusely.
Yan Luoxi pointed to her face, speaking in a cool tone, “I’m an actress, if I go out to eat late-night snacks with you, it might drag you onto the entertainment headlines.”
“I don’t mind.”
Yan Luoxi froze, lifting her eyes to the handsome man under the soft halo of light.
His profile was strong, his casual exhale of smoke exuded a potent masculinity.
His sleeves rolled up, a tanned forearm showing, and a low-key luxurious watch shining under the lights accentuating his distinguished status.
A man of prominent heritage like him should dislike getting entangled with an actress, right?
“But, I already have plans with a friend.” Yan Luoxi’s smiled gently, politely declining, still not daring to openly offend him.
After all, she was just a semi-famous, C-list actress.
Li Yeqi’s frown was almost imperceptible, his eyes darkening, his tone not as gentle as before, a hint of dominance in his voice, “Cancel them!”
Yan Luoxi bit her lower lip, looking very conflicted, “That wouldn’t be very nice, my friend will say I’m ditching them for a guy.”
As they were speaking, Li Yeqi’s phone on the side lit up.
He glanced at the caller ID, his eyebrows slightly creasing.
He picked up the phone, stood up and, without explanation, took hold of Yan Luoxi’s arm and pressed her down into his chair.
Just hold my cards for a bit.”
Yan Luoxi looked up at his handsome face, saying helplessly, “But I don’t know how.”
“It’s okay.
If you lose, it’s on me; if you win, it’s your credit.” After saying this, he squeezed her shoulder and left the private room with his phone.
Yan Luoxi sat on pins and needles, staring blankly at the cards in front of her as if they were hieroglyphs.
The other men were all looking surprised, knowing that Yeqi had a habit of not letting anyone touch his cards.
Baili Ye’s mischievous eyes swept over Yan Luoxi, “Tsk tsk, Yeqi’s taste is quite heavy.
Apparently, he likes it like this…”
“Baili Ye!” His sentence was cut short by Mo Beicheng’s cold voice.
“Don’t comment carelessly on Yeqi’s people, or you might end up in trouble you can’t handle.”
Remembering Yeqi’s various methods of dealing with people, Baili Ye shivered involuntarily, pouted dissatisfiedly, and rested his chin on his hand, “Didn’t Yeqi always hate actresses?
How does Miss Yan know my Yeqi?”
As Yan Luoxi was being sized up by three outstanding men, she felt immense pressure, especially on hearing “Didn’t Yeqi always hate actresses?”
“Does he really hate artists?” She turned to ask Mou Chenyi, the only person present she knew well.
Mou Chenyi’s gaze was complex.
Had Baili Ye not reminded him, he would have forgotten about it himself.
He cleared his throat and said, “There is such a thing, but you are a rare flower in the entertainment industry.
Yeqi doesn’t dislike you.”
“Why does it not feel like you’re praising me?” Yan Luoxi narrowed her eyes slightly, like a docile Persian cat that could pounce and scratch you without warning.
Mou Chenyi felt a chill run down his spine, “Of course I’m praising you.
I’m going for a smoke, carry on, carry on.”
Mou Chenyi beat a hasty retreat, and soon after, Li Yeqi finished his call and came back.
Seeing Yan Luoxi handling the cards in disarray, clearly clueless, he strode over, pulled a chair beside her to sit down.
One hand rested on the back of her chair, the other reached over to help sort her cards, his voice low and husky, “You don’t know how to play; can you even recognize the cards?”