Ming Yao said a few words to Nangong Heng and then made her way to the restroom.
Just as she entered, a tall and imposing figure suddenly followed her in.
Ming Yao was startled and tried to close the door, but the man was stronger than her and forcefully pushed the door open.
He barged in.
The restroom door was kicked shut by the man's long legs as he advanced towards her.
Ming Yao's slender figure could only retreat continuously.
Until her lower back hit the washbasin and she could retreat no further.
The man's hands braced on either side of her waist, looking down at her, his presence enveloping her like a net.
The man's scent, cool with a slight fragrance of alcohol and a faint hint of cold fir, invaded her nostrils.
It was the scent Ming Yao had once been fond of and greedily indulged in.
She took a deep breath and looked up at the man before her.
He was still proud, haughty, and arrogant, only now with an added touch of cold indifference and aloofness.
