Inviting to dinner

He leaned closer to her as if a spell was activated. 

Just as their lips were inches apart, Mia stood up as she patted off the sand from her robe, "If Her Highness has been just so-so, why is Mr. Han leaning in for a kiss?" She eyed the man teasingly. 

A certain Mr. Han fumed inwardly, somewhat in disbelief. It was clearly her who... "Why would I kiss you? There was a something on your face," He pushed himself to his feet as he glanced at her nonchalantly. 

Mia's lips twitched. It seems like he really... She let out a regretful sigh in her heart. A pity that such a handsome man has not got good taste. 

Han Jian Yu, on the other hand, was disdaining his previous actions in his mind. The hell he was doing, leaning in for a kiss. 

It has indeed been a long time since he got laid. Ever since he came to Beijing, he has been busy with works and the women that came to his penthouse were all scared shitless by...