The summer in Capital City, a man wearing a retro buttoned-up short shirt, had an exaggerated floral arm tattoo on his left arm.
He was well-built.
Standing there, he towered 24 centimeters above Lin Guixiang, who was 165 cm tall, like a giant blocking the sunlight in front of him, casting a shadow over Lin Guixiang.
Staring at the floral arm in front of her, Lin Guixiang was initially stunned, then her pupils suddenly shrank, and she instinctively stepped back, panic flashing in her eyes.
She had a secret.
She was afraid of all tattoos.
Especially the large floral types.
The fear emanated from deep within her.
Unconquerable.
Unbeatable.
Looking at the man with the floral arm in front of her, Lin Guixiang felt she couldn't breathe.
She just wanted to leave there immediately.
Especially since the man's first words were, "Have we met somewhere before?"
Lin Guixiang quickly denied it, "No, you've got the wrong person."
Ouyang Yi watched Lin Guixiang, frowning slightly.
