Ou Lan's heart involuntarily quickened, and her hands shook slightly as she tied the man's tie. She always felt that this was a bit too intimate.
No matter how much she despised him, she couldn't deny that this man had a fatal allure for women; every part of him was dangerously attractive.
She wasn't sure if it was intentional, but although she was already very nervous, he didn't move away even slightly. Instead, his breath brushed her face.
He was so tall that she had to tilt her face up to tie his tie. He wouldn't turn his head, and she couldn't avoid him. It was maddening. Her snow-white skin flushed with two red clouds under the caress of his breath.
As lovely as a flower, its colors bright and delicate.
