Zheng yuluo looked expectantly at the man who was squatting in front of her, but still looked very tall. Her heart was beating wildly like a deer in the headlights.
His fingers were slightly cold, and the joints were distinct. They were slender and good-looking.
More importantly, Zheng yuluo felt an inexplicable sense of security and ... Familiarity when her hand was in his!
Had someone ever held her hand like this?
Deng kun had shaken her hand before, but Zheng yuluo had never felt this way before.
She wanted to know Jing Zhi's name, but he quickly got up and left after wrapping her fingers.
He had no intention of telling her.
He was a little indifferent and a little proud.
How could someone be so secretive about his own name?
Zheng yuluo was very confused, but this did not stop her from chasing after him.
Jing Zhi was drinking at the bar while Zheng yuluo stood beside him and chatted with him.
To be exact, Zheng yuluo was talking to herself.
