Fu Chi had a somber expression, with half a shoe print starkly visible on the black fabric over his chest. It was strikingly odd.
His gorgeous, exquisite face didn't show much emotion. He lightly pursed his thin lips, his brows slightly knitted, his pupils deep and he just silently watched her.
Jiang Ruan inexplicably felt a sense of... guilt.
Her gaze fell onto the bandage wrapped around his neck as her throat tightened, "Sit down, let me take a look at you."
Given the strength she used, he should have a decent bruise.
"Ok."
The man responded in a low voice, a trace of playfulness surfacing on his usually indifferent face.
Just as Jiang Ruan was about to speak, the man took a step closer to her. She instinctively stepped back, her back pressing against the wall.
He bent down, his handsome face nearing hers, one hand raised.
Her gaze was glued onto his flared thin lips.
Her throat was extraordinarily dry.
As the man got closer and closer, her heartbeat fell into chaos.
