The Tycoon’s Enchanted Mermaid

This guy, popping up unpredictably with some scheme in mind, is he even a normal person? His character and actions are bizarre in every aspect, not to mention his initially eerie blood-covered appearance.

But since he had initiated contact, it meant that Little Pink Bottle and the others were still safe, albeit in a somewhat passive situation.

Apart from waiting, she didn’t know what else she could do...

Ah Da put down her phone, resting her chin in her palm as she gazed at the setting sun, her heart swirling with a thread of melancholy.

It wasn’t until the sun had completely disappeared that Qin Yu emerged from the cabin. Only when he came up beside Ah Da did she notice, inevitably startling her, "Why don’t you make any sound when you walk?"

His clear eyes were misty, appearing to glare in anger, but because of his clean and handsome face, it seemed more like a pout.

Qin Yu wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned on the railing, grabbing her suddenly raised hand with his other hand, soft and smooth, the nails trimmed neatly, not to be underestimated when scratching.

"Is it my fault that you didn’t notice me because you were daydreaming?" Qin Yu said.

Ah Da didn’t respond, trying to pull her hand back.

Qin Yu applied a bit more force, not allowing her to withdraw. He slightly lowered his head, his expression as serious as if he were handling a treasure, carefully massaging each finger. His slightly calloused fingertips slid through the gaps of her fingers slowly, sketching out a flame that could melt someone.