Lu Shaoming did not have much of an expression on his face. He acted as if he did not see Zhou Zhilei, and his footsteps were steady and forceful.
After the man walked past her, two of them brushed past one another. Zhou Zhilei's senses were filled with the man's clear and mesmerizing scent. It was still mixed together with a hint of the smell of cigarettes, and it made anyone mesmerized.
"Older Brother Ming."
Lu Shaoming stopped in his tracks. He had both of his hands inside his pockets, and his deep, dark eyes looked towards her before he said, "You have something to say to me?"
Zhou Zhilei looked at his maroon lips. She felt her body go soft and numb at the same time. She stretched out her hand and tugged his shirt while she said, "Older Brother Ming, why are you being so cold towards me?"
Lu Shaoming curled the corners of his thin and cold lips into an insulting arc as he said, "Wouldn't you not know why am I doing this to you?"
