The next second, his lips tilted as he leaned close to her ear and spoke in a low, dangerous voice, "Thought I would kiss you? Ha, stop dreaming. Just touching your hand earlier already made me feel utterly disgusted."
With those words, he decisively pulled away.
Zimei's face suddenly turned deathly pale, as though she had been pierced by countless arrows, feeling immense pain.
After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes.
Her legs were weak, completely unsteady. She mustered up her strength, leaning against the wall, barely able to stand, her eyes rimmed red.
In the dim space, the scent of the man seemed to linger, but her heart was ice cold, and atop that coldness were several stabs that hurt deeply, so deeply.
...
Outside the bar.
Gu Moqian leaned against the car door, his suit topped with a matching trench coat, looking poised and distinguished.
