Coming in was a man in a wheelchair, who looked very handsome. His soft hair covered half of his good looks.
Xu Xiyan's eyes were fixed on his wheelchair. She wondered who he was.
Why did he look a bit familiar?
The man moved himself closer to her slowly with his remote control. Xu Xiyan immediately felt awkward and pulled up the blanket to cover herself up. She asked with vigilance, "Who, who are you…"
"You don't remember who I am?"
Hearing the cold voice, Xu Xiyan stared her watery eyes wide and gazed at him.
The man looked up, revealing a pair of deep-set eyes under his short hair. His thin red lips were curled into a gentle arc, as he let her look himself up and down, expecting her to recognize him.
God!
He is too handsome!
The man in front of her was even better looking than a woman. Could you leave us women some confidence at all, dear?
