Seeing the handsome face in front of her eyes, smelling his familiar scent in her nose, Xia Ning felt lost for a moment. Red wine always tasted so good that people would lose themselves in it. She closed her eyes slowly, but a bloody scene filled with death suddenly appeared in her head.
Her heart suddenly dropped. She opened her eyes immediately. Seeing Qiao Yu's face, she turned her face completely and pushed him away with both hands. She then stepped back, her back hit the rail directly. The jacket fell onto the ground as well but she did not realize it at all. She looked completely unsettled.
Qiao Yu saw Xia Ning's fearful look and remembered something suddenly. He frowned a little. "Xia Ning, what's wrong? Take a deep breath. Don't be nervous…" He tried to reach out to her.
Xia Ning looked at him coldly. "Don't touch me!"
Seeing her cold pupils, Qiao Yu lowered his hands slowly. He said in a low voice, "Sorry…"
