Cecilia Gu's eyelashes fluttered rapidly.
She wanted to look away, but it was so, so hard.
Because those eyes were just like a cosmic black hole, with a power that could devour everything.
Her determination, her resistance, were powerless in front of those eyes.
Cecilia Gu watched helplessly as that devilishly handsome face slowly drew closer... closer...
Her body felt as if it had been hit by the Monkey King's immobilizing spell—she couldn't move at all.
All she could do was watch helplessly as that familiar, handsome face came closer, bit by bit.
Cecilia Gu couldn't help but swallow hard. She suddenly realized that, facing this version of Charles Yin, even swallowing was a struggle.
"You... you..." Cecilia Gu could barely get the words out.
Charles Yin's handsome face pressed down even closer.
Cecilia Gu wanted to back away, but her body seemed to have lost all control. Instead of retreating, she actually wanted to move toward him...
Ah, what a shameful reaction!
Charles Yin's face was almost parallel with Cecilia Gu's. Just as she thought he was about to kiss her, his gaze suddenly brushed past her ear. With a casual tone, he said, "Oh, my mistake... That person really looks like Sylvia Ran."
Cecilia Gu froze. And froze again. And again...
A whole minute passed before Cecilia Gu realized—she'd just been played!
She'd actually been tricked by Charles Yin!
Cecilia Gu suddenly looked up, ready to confront Charles Yin.
But Charles Yin suddenly spoke: "Guerlain perfume? Hmm, probably not the latest edition."
"Huh?" Cecilia Gu was stunned, then immediately caught on.
He was about to mess with her again!
Cecilia Gu reached out and gave Charles Yin's chest a hard push. Charles Yin, following her force, was suddenly pulled away from her.
Charles Yin's chest vibrated slightly, and his muffled laughter was forcibly suppressed.
"Is it fun to mess with me?" Cecilia Gu looked up angrily at Charles Yin.
"Yeah." Charles Yin actually admitted honestly.
Cecilia Gu glared, ready to get back at him.
Suddenly, a paper bag appeared in front of Cecilia Gu.
Cecilia Gu's gaze landed on the logo on the bag—it was the logo of a French custom perfume brand.
This perfume isn't something you can buy just because you have money.
This perfume is only supplied to royalty. In other words, unless you have royal connections, no matter how much money you have, you can't get it.
"The latest perfume, the only one of its kind in the country." Charles Yin's long, narrow eyes were especially alluring as he said, "This was custom-made just for you. It's the kind you like."
Cecilia Gu looked at the gift Charles Yin handed her, suddenly at a loss for words.
Should she keep being angry and throwing a tantrum?
But she was even more curious about this perfume.
Was she really going to just let this guy who played her off the hook?
Hmph, not a chance!
Charles Yin deliberately pretended not to notice the struggle in Cecilia Gu's eyes and stuffed the bag into her hand.
Cecilia Gu lowered her head to look at the paper bag in her hand.
Sigh, when you take someone's gift, it's hard to stay mad.
Now that she'd accepted the perfume he gave her, could she really keep being angry?
"I've already spoken to Joe Qi Productions. You're free for the rest of the day." Charles Yin pulled Cecilia Gu into the car and fastened her seatbelt for her.