Lu Yanchen looked at the woman before him. Dressed in a casual t-shirt and jean shorts, her fair long legs brought with them a lazy look that hid a trace of seductiveness.
"Where are your eyes grown? Can't you look where you're walking?" Without any expression, he came off extremely grave and stern.
"Haven't I already apologized?" Shi Guang muttered.
"And merely saying sorry is enough?"
Lu Yanchen's long, sturdy legs took a step forward, and Shi Guang immediately leaped back a huge step instinctively. "What else then? Didn't I just bump into you once? You're not made of tofu, it's not as though you would crumble with a bump."
Each time she bumped into this man, there would be a sense of defeat–he was practically a jinx in her life. She could only blame herself for mixing with him back in her youth.
Indeed, there was no doubt that there were things like karma and retribution.
