They had been childhood friends for so many years, Zhan Nanjue was always like this, difficult to approach, yet he bypassed her and ended up kissing someone else.
Ou Yimo felt a rush of blood and didn't even know where this feeling of grievance came from. She kicked the trash can beside her hard and turned to walk away.
It wasn't until after Ou Yimo left that Zhan Nanjue realized what he had done with Gong Shirao.
The softness of her lips seemed to melt into a warm entanglement on his tongue, and an indescribable emotion swept over his heart.
When he came to his senses, he immediately let go of Gong Shirao and wanted to apologize, but a slap quickly followed, cutting off all his words...
Slap—
Gong Shirao reached out and slapped his handsome face.
It took him quite a while to recover.
"Sorry." Zhan Nanjue explained to her, "I didn't mean to."
He really didn't expect himself to do something so impulsive; this was the first and only time in his life.
