"M-Mr. Zhang, what are you doing here this late at night? Are you lost?" Lin Ruoxi's voice trailed off, her eyes widening in surprise. But she quickly regained her composure, reminding herself that this was her own home.
Zhang Wei, however, had no intentions of beating around the bush. He took a deliberate step forward, his eyes locked onto her.
With a soft click, he closed the door behind him, trapping them in a tense silence. "Lin Ruoxi, the cold president sporting such fancy attire! *Whistle* Now that's some great news," he commented, his voice filled with a strange mix of admiration and mischief.
He stood just far enough away to maintain a physical distance, yet close enough to make his presence felt.
His eyes roved over her, pausing on her adorable dress adorned with charming panda prints.
A rush of emotions flooded Lin Ruoxi's face, a deep blush of anger blending with the embarrassment.
