Xiu Mei stopped in her track and sat down on the adjacent couch. Resting her left elbow on the armrest, supporting her chin with her palm she leaned her body towards him.
Feng Jianyu's heart skipped a beat for a moment when he finds her doing something unexpected. He smells the orange citrus fragrance of her shower gel. Her long hair flowing on her back like a waterfall….Wearing an ankle-length yellow gown, tied at her slender waist with a ribbon, she was looking like a ray of bright sunshine entered inside the room…
Snapping her fingers at him she answered, "Arguing with a narcissist is like banging your head in the wall. Everything you say, can and will be used against you."
Flicking her hair back, she got up from the couch and sat down at the other corner of the same couch.
He looked at her surprisingly, 'How come she's always ready to fight with me… Her battery is always recharged when it comes to arguing but she never raised a topic about what happened 7 years ago…'
