It was light, somewhat ticklish!
"I need it."
Before Su Ran had time to react, she heard Fu Qiyuan's husky, sexy voice that almost drowned her say:
"Even if you're not worried about others stealing your boyfriend, men tend to turn bad when they get rich."
Su Ran blinked.
"So what?"
Fu Qiyuan slightly curled his lips, his hand slowly sliding to her lower back, pulling her gently forward to rest his forehead against hers.
"I am very rich."
Su Ran stiffened for a moment, silently watching him, so close that she could see his eyelashes.
The pale pupils, clear-cut black and white, and reflected in his eyes was her own silhouette.
For some reason, her heart softened.
However, when it came to the subject of wealth, Su Ran was reminded of his extravagant gesture tonight.
"Speaking of which, didn't you go a bit too far tonight?"
"Too far in what?"
Fu Qiyuan lifted his gaze, staring at her.
Su Ran smiled, meeting his eyes.