"You, you're still so busy at night… then never mind," Sheng Qianxia said hurriedly.
Seeing how crisply he was dressed in a suit, she could guess that he must have important matters to attend to; she was merely asking something she already knew.
But what was this inexplicable feeling of loss in her heart?
She ignored that feeling inside, turned around, and was about to leave.
However, Gong Beiyao suddenly reached out, clasped her wrist, and pulled her close to him.
The palms of Sheng Qianxia's hands were covered in damp sweat; afraid that he would see, she quickly clenched her fists as soon as she recovered from her initial shock.
Yet, the heat from his palm seemed to seep through her wrist and into the tips of her heart.
Gong Beiyao seductively raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "What do you mean by 'never mind'? You want to ask me out?"
With only inches between them, Sheng Qianxia locked eyes with him, feeling her heartbeat in utter chaos.
