She strode swiftly to Jing Xuan, looking directly into his narrow, ink-like eyes, "Brother Jing Xuan, what do you mean by renting that storefront?"
"I'm making a bet."
Jing Xuan dropped his cigarette butt, then extinguished the glowing ember underfoot—a gesture millions of men would make, but when he did it, it carried a rogue kind of handsomeness.
Tang Huai raised her eyebrows, puzzled, "A bet? Betting on what?"
Jing Xuan approached, placed his hands on Tang Huai's shoulders, leaned in slightly, and gazed deeply into her eyes, "I'm betting whether I can meet you here or not."
A jolt went through Tang Huai's heart as she stared at Jing Xuan in astonishment, "How did you know I was here?"
Jing Xuan lowered his head to touch his forehead to Tang Huai's, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, his voice low and magnetic, "Tang Huai, I've finally seen you."
