"Xiao Yun... believe me." Zhang Ziwen looked at her softly and said, "I really had no choice, and I didn't lie to you. I arrived in Zhonghai a few hours ago from Hong Kong. When I spoke with Little Shu, I had just gotten off the plane, not even thirty minutes before."
"You had troubles?" An Yun parked the cart, sat down in the empty seat next to him, leaning in towards him and said, "...why don't you tell me what your troubles are. Why did you come back to Zhonghai from Hong Kong without going home first? You better not lie to me, as I can tell if you're making things up."
She was leaning so close, her full, firm chest brushing against Zhang Ziwen's arm, and he could smell the alluring scent coming off of her. This girl didn't seem to care about her actions and didn't realize he was a man with strong desires. Zhang Ziwen couldn't help his heart beating faster, but he had to answer her question carefully. He knew that his credibility in her eyes was very low.
