Ning Xi’s eyes met with the man’s pitch black ones. She stood there frightened and slightly freaked out, afraid to approach him.
Lu Tingxiao lit up a cigarette and leaned against the door as he started to relax a little. Only now Ning Xi felt more comfortable to advance towards him as the atmosphere became less tense.
Ning Xi passed by Lu Tingxiao at the speed of lightning. "Swoosh" and there she went, leaving only her shadow, almost like a martial arts master in the television series.
At the center of the room, Ning Xi was a little stunned.
Nothing in her room had changed at all. Messy fashion magazines were strewn all over her bed, rolled up yoga mats were lying carelessly on the floor, the eyebrow pencil she had dropped the other day was still there, and even the position of the broken lead from the pencil remained the same...
