Nan Zhi only realized that her face was buried in the crotch of the man when somebody picked her up by pulling her back by her long hair. Her cheeks flushed a beet red at the awkward position.
"I'm sorry, this wouldn't have happened if the people in your room hadn't dragged me in."
Nan Zhi's clear and beautiful eyes met with the man's smouldering ones. She wanted to say something else, but she found her voice faltered and she stopped.
Cold and sharp features, thin lips that were tightly pressed together and that daunting, unfathomable gaze.
W-Wasn't he the man in the car this morning?
How could there be such a coincidence?
I thought we would never meet again.
At that moment, Nan Zhi's startled expression was to herself, merely an exclamation at the wonders of fate. However, to others it was interpreted differently.
