"How do you know about that?" Xiao Yunhua mumbled with a pallor.
"I think you know the reason." Zhou Feng said with narrowed eyes. His cold eyes flared with a foreign emotion—humor.
"I don't." She turned around to leave, but she suddenly felt a cold hand grip her hand, pulling her back. She frowned as she felt a wall behind her and a handsome man, Zhou Feng, towering before her. When she raised her head to meet his eyes, she realized that their faces were only centimeters away.
She could feel his warm breath tickling her; teasing her.
"Liar." He murmured softly, still holding his aura of aloofness.
Xiao Yunhua's face blushed even harder as she tried to use her hands to push him away. But, unfortunately, she was too weak and only laid her hands on his suit.
