C67 Blackmail!

"What are you smiling at?" Yan Feibai suddenly found Qin Manrong's smile a bit odd and couldn't help but look at her suspiciously. He couldn't discern anything from her eyes, though; instead, the faint flicker of firelight reflected in them, making them look especially beautiful.

Thinking this, Yan Feibai gently brushed his fingertips over Qin Manrong's eyes, his voice a little dreamy