Gu Feiyang jolted awake.
He looked at the motion of his outstretched hand reaching out for an embrace, his complexion turning ever so slightly.
Ruan Qi didn't notice his change.
Seeing the flame extinguished, she breathed a sigh of relief, put the cup back on the table, and glared at the man with her fierce, yet tender brows raised.
"Mr. Gu, the hat of plagiarism hasn't been removed from my head yet. Are you planning to pin another crime on me of arson and suicide out of fear of punishment?"
The young girl was standing too close, her delicate figure causing Gu Feiyang's head to spin.
Recalling his loss of control, he stood up in a bit of a panic, his long legs stepping over the sofa as he instantly moved to the doorway.
Ruan Qi: "???"
Is he sick?
The girl, confused, turned her head, her peach-blossom eyes looking at him with bewilderment.
Gu Feiyang felt unnerved by her gaze and irritably unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt.
