Xiao Qimo paused again.
Feeling the light force on his lips and the faint aroma of alcohol entwined around her fingertips, he wasn't intoxicated by the smell but by the gentleness between her fingers.
The man's lips moved ever so slightly.
Lu Mian withdrew her fingers as if electrocuted and pursed her lips, lowering her head.
After calming her breathing, she looked up and quietly gazed at the man opposite her.
A sudden pang hit Xiao Qimo's heart.
"Director Qimo, if I had never seen the sun, I could have withstood the darkness. Having returned from hell, I've never had any extravagant hopes for love or marriage. I've always understood that a terrible person like me doesn't deserve to be liked by others. My only wish has been to live alone, surrounded by a handful of good friends."
