Feeling his breath behind her, Seo Fei's heart started to race violently.
For so long, this was the closest she had been to him, and she didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Seo Fei slowly turned around and faced Leng Zimo, lifting her face.
His handsome face was right in front of her, within reach, and his sexy thin lips were just a tilt away from a kiss.
Her lips and tongue suddenly became dry.
"Zimo!"
She softly called his name, her voice slightly hoarse.
Leng Zimo didn't step back, but just lowered his face slightly, focusing intently on her face.
Cosmetic surgery?!
Looking at the face in front of him, so exquisitely fake, Leng Zimo's heart was full of disgust.
A woman so utterly deceitful from head to toe, still deluding herself that he would like her?!
Seo Fei could never know that this man, who seemed so focused on looking at her, harbored such disdain.
She just slowly tiptoed, bit by bit, towards the lips she had dreamed about for countless years.
