Lu Shaoming lifted his eyebrows as he looked at her, then said in a low voice, "I know this is the female bathroom. I don't need you to remind me."
At this moment, the bathroom was empty, and it was very quiet. His low, mesmerizing voice rang out gently, and when it went into Ning Qing's ears, it was like a form of torture.
She took some steps backwards, then she realized that her bum was against the sink; she had no more space to retreat further.
Her small hand was still on his thin dark blue coat. Her hand felt as if it had been electrocuted. She could not stand his healthy, mesmerising scent that he had on his entire body.
Ning Qing channelled her gaze down and pouted her pink lips while she asked, "Why did you come looking for me?"
The man was silent for a few seconds, and he looked at the shopping bag on the sink. "You like that dress very much, so you bought it?"
He chased after her all because he wanted to ask about this dress?
