Fu Zhi took a seat next to Li Nanli this time.
She turned her head, and their gazes met.
He had a pair of pretty eyes and the kind of face that stopped people in their tracks. Fu Zhi liked good-looking and wealthy people. Therefore, when Li Nanli looked at her with relaxed eyebrows, she thought that he looked really good.
She stretched her arm, but before her hand could reach its target, the expression on Li Nanli's face suddenly changed and he grabbed her wrist in midair.
There was a series of emotions, subtle and conflicting ones, flowing behind his eyes.
"Zhizhi!" he called out to her.
Before his words could fade in the air, Fu Zhi's hand landed on his cheek lightly.
Startled, he jerked backward. His Adam's apple rolled up and down in his throat as his mind began to run wild.
After a long while, just as Fu Zhi thought he was not going to say anything, he averted his gaze and asked, "What are you doing?"
