"Whenever we run into each other on the street, no need for hellos."
Li Qianrui walked past him without a sideways glance.
But suddenly, a long leg shot out from the air, blocking her path.
Forced to stop, she turned her head to look at him – the man was wearing a black coat, his hands lazily pocketed in his pants, the coat's hem floating behind his wrists. As he extended his leg, his proud long limb transformed the trousers into cropped pants. A 33-year-old man resorting to the tactics that those street hoodlums use to tease decent girls – it must be said... was sexy and charming.
"How about that, pretending not to know me?" Zhou Jin looked at her, chuckling low.
Xiao Tian took a sharp breath, she looked at Zhou Jin in shock, then back to Li Qianrui, and once again at Zhou Jin. They... they knew each other?
Why did she smell an overwhelming scent of passion?
