The man loosened his collar. A noticeable red mark was oddly eye-catching against the pale skin of his neck partially covered by his white shirt. It was clearly caused by a scratch...
"That's not all..." the man moistened his lips and sat upright, "The button on my light blue shirt I was wearing yesterday was torn off by you too..."
"Cough..." Nanxi choked and refuted, "That's impossible!"
The man didn't rush to answer, instead, he stared at her for a few seconds and broke into a tantalizing smile, "Do you think I'd lie to you?"
Nanxi: "..."
Okay, he really doesn't need to!
He took a sip of his coffee, "In fact, you don't need to care. I drank a bit too much last night, thought you were 'her' in my heart, and kissed you. Luckily, I sobered up in time, else..."
He sighed with seeming helplessness, as if he was filled with regret for the huge blunder he had narrowly avoided...
Nanxi: "..."
Why does it seem like he was the one wronged? Is there no justice in this world?!
