Bing Shi pocketed her phone and looked at the solidly built man before her. His physique had changed significantly since their first meeting. Clad in a simple black T-shirt, he stood tall and confident, his height emanating easy self-assurance.
His face bore a network of horrendous scars, tracing a path all the way to his ears. Yet, his untamed individuality made it clear that he couldn't give a damn about others' opinions of his appearance.
When Bing Shi closed in, Ziek took an instinctive step back, evoking an amused expression from her. "Why did you barge into a woman's tent at three in the morning?" she inquired.
"I heard there was a party," Ziek retorted with a cheap excuse, his gaze sweeping over the assorted scripts. "This is so lame."
"A party with just the two of us?" Bing Shi moved closer as he moved back, "Child, someone wants to ruin our reputation."
Ziek's gaze remained on the scripts as he took another step backward. "I'm seventeen."
