Before her finger could touch Dan Hanxi's nose tip, a hand suddenly clasped her wrist and pulled her forward forcefully.
"Ah—"
Qin Youxuan was so surprised that she instinctively reached out to grab something nearby, but her hand grasped empty air, causing her to fall directly onto the man's chest.
"Throwing yourself at me in broad daylight, aren't you afraid the servants might see, hmm?" Dan Hanxi's lips parted with a faint smile, his tone laced with mockery.
"You weren't..."
"Did you think I was dead?" Dan Hanxi interrupted her, lowering his gaze to stare into her eyes, attempting to find the slightest trace of concern in their depths.
"Are you scared? Are you hoping I'm not dead, or just afraid of a corpse?"
"I was worried you'd dirty my home! Let go of me!" Qin Youxuan knew he was fine and forcefully freed herself from Dan Hanxi's grip, taking several steps back and glaring at him fiercely.
An unspeakable anger in her eyes.
