His gentle voice jolted her out of her stupor.
For some reason, Ji Ziming's flawless face surfaced in her mind.
She quickly took a few steps away from Fu Mingxuan's gentle touch.
He pursed his lips slightly when the warmth beneath his fingertips disappeared. Disappointment flashed past his eyes.
Still, he kept his expression gentle.
"Did you come with your boyfriend today?" He casually withdrew his hand, hiding his awkwardness, and smiled at her.
His question made her pause a little before she nodded.
"Yes. I came with my boyfriend."
Cough, cough, cough. Ziming should still be considered as my boyfriend even if he is a fake one!
"Oh!" He nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes glinting with a cold light.
"What's his name, then? Let me see if I know him."
He grinned at her.
"His name is—"
She was just about to say the man's name when that familiar-sounding voice reached their ears.
