She lived in an old, somewhat worn-down neighborhood. After getting out of the car, she didn't even look up. She just said "thank you" and quickly walked toward the complex. He, on the other hand, leisurely followed behind, carrying the pile of things, always keeping a distance of three to five steps from her.
After walking for a while, she turned around and saw him trailing behind her. Frustrated, she raised her hand to ruffle her hair, then quickly walked up to him, let out a long sigh, and said helplessly,
"Sir, what do you want? I have neither wealth nor looks. What are you trying to do by following me?"
He slid one hand into his pocket, teasing her with a smirk,
"Who says you have no looks?"
As he spoke, his heated gaze ran over her body, slowly scanning her from head to toe, finally lingering on her chest, which was modestly concealed by her black suit. Upon closer inspection, her figure seemed quite good.
