Yan Jin's gaze immediately locked onto Lin Jiao's eyes upon hearing her words, staring intensely for quite some time. Perhaps it was the soldier's blood in him; even after high-intensity work, his eyes still held fierceness.
Lin Jiao, fearless, boldly met Yan Jin's gaze.
She knew Yan Jin was stubborn and tough. Initially, her obvious hints went completely unnoticed, as if he were as unresponsive as a block of wood.
"Lin Jiao, stop it."
Yan Jin frowned and slightly leaned back.
"I'm not joking,"
Lin Jiao said coldly, reaching out to grab Yan Jin's clothes.
The man stepped back.
"What are you doing?"
With his tall stature and legs, coupled with well-defined muscles, Yan Jin naturally possessed more strength than Lin Jiao.
Lin Jiao knew this too and never fancied that she could physically outmatch Yan Jin, so she withdrew her hand after a brief attempt.
With her hands on her hips, she resorted to Yan Jin's greatest weakness—acting coquettishly.
