Huh?
He is going to tell her about his past with Dong Yingluo...
For some reason, a sense of panic overwhelms her heart, and Ning Xixi covers her ears with her hands, "I don't want to listen, don't talk to me about it!"
Such behavior akin to burying her head in the sand only prompts Ji Yebai to sigh.
His large hand grasps her small one.
"Erxi, let me finish speaking."
His tone is imperatively decisive, yet his touch is gentle, enveloping her hand warmly and securely in his palm.
Unwittingly, she lets down all her guards.
"Go ahead, I will... listen properly."
...
Time rewinds.
Muying Junior High School, tennis court.
A slightly immature Ji Yebai holds a tennis racket, practicing against the wall, sweat streaming down his chiseled handsome face, the fringe on his forehead soaked and provocatively sexy.
He appears tireless, having practiced for over an hour without stopping.
