For a girl with this kind of personality, Sun Dasheng couldn't be bothered to get any more entangled with her. He shoved her away, and she stumbled to the ground as he strode out.
TAP TAP TAP...
The sound of high heels clacking behind him was frantic.
Obviously, she hadn't given up yet. It seemed she was determined to have this meal with him today.
Sun Dasheng turned impatiently to face her, but she was charging forward with her head down and ran right into his chest.
She collided fully into him. To keep her balance, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist to steady herself. When she came to her senses, she realized she was pressed tightly against him. Her soft, fragrant chest pressed against him, squashed out of shape by the impact.
Flustered, she tried to pull away, but his large hand had already clasped her waist. With a slight tug and a soft THUMP, he pulled her flush against him again.
