"It's you!"
Yang Xiao, looking at the owner of the delicate neck in his hands, was taken aback by her cheeks, swollen red from suffocation.
He instantly released his grip on the person's beautiful neck, his face full of surprise—he obviously hadn't expected the person who had crept up behind him with muffled footsteps to be Ye Wanling, with whom he'd had a brief encounter.
Ye Wanling had even sought him out at the clinic before.
He didn't know what Ye Wanling wanted from him, but truthfully, he didn't have much of a liking for her.
His only impression of her was her insistence on finding booze and, beyond that, the incident when a drunken Ye Wanling had vomited all over him.
Grabbing Ye Wanling by the neck was an instinctive reaction; his years abroad taught him that a careless moment could lead to an ambush, leading to his habit of extreme caution.
Sometimes, his actions were swifter and fiercer than his brain's response.
