With Wang Fan's previous example as a warning, many people who originally admired Lin Yuhan's beauty immediately dismissed the idea. Some girls even occasionally walked over to chat with Qin Hao.
"Sixteen."
After a dozen minutes had passed, Qin Hao counted on his fingers and then smugly said to Lin Yuhan, "I've got more than you."
Lin Yuhan rolled her eyes at Qin Hao, thinking, after what you just pulled, who would dare chat me up?
"Yuhan, now you know how lucky you are to be my babysitter, right?" Qin Hao said with a big smile.
Lin Yuhan's fair fingers beckoned Qin Hao.
Qin Hao was immediately tempted and leaned in eagerly.
At this point, Lin Yuhan exhaled gently and said, "Get lost!"
"Get lost to your bed?" Qin Hao grinned.
"Go to hell!"
Under the table, Lin Yuhan kicked Qin Hao, who looked pitiful. This girl was wearing high heels, and the kick was quite painful.
