Qi Qingyao was getting annoyed and was about to say something.
Then a soft finger poked her in the face.
Qi Qingyao, "..."
'He's poking my face? What is this?'
The long finger poked her smooth and white face before quickly retracting. After confirming that there was no response from the girl, he did it again. This time, it was not a poke, but a caress.
It was like he was using his thumb and index finger together to squeeze her face gently.
Qi Qingyao was acting like a tool, but now felt like she had become a toy...that was being played with by Lu Yan!
She could not reveal any emotion nor could she react because that would scare him…
...
Lu Yan was indeed standing in front of her, looking at Qi Qingyao for a moment. After making sure that the little woman was not moving nor speaking after he had treated her as a tool, he then began scrutinizing the girl with the black cloth on her face with the gaze of an ordinary person.