Su Qiqi stepped out of the restroom and stood in front of the mirror, washing her hands.
Su Qiqi first smelled a fragrance, followed by a clear feminine voice in her ear, "What a coincidence."
"It really is." Su Qiqi lifted her head to meet Chen Qianye's gaze in the mirror, one heavily made-up while the other was without rouge and powder; two forms of extreme beauty colliding.
Su Qiqi turned off the faucet, and the sound of water echoed again as Chen Qianye's slender fingers tenderly intertwined and rubbed under the water.
Her fingers were beautiful, but Su Qiqi wasn't interested in admiring them. Before she could step away, Chen Qianye raised an eyebrow at her, "Su Qiqi, let's make a bet."
The sound of water ceased.
Su Qiqi didn't leave, but stared at her from behind.
Watching her slightly twist her waist, combined with that bewitching smile she seemed like a tempting siren.
Su Qiqi found this face very pretty, so beautiful it would make someone willingly risk their life.