Nan Wan’s lips curved more and more obviously, her voice was gentle, "A man who has been in prison and a woman who has been divorced are not good people. I personally think... they’re quite a match."
Her tone was very, very low, and although the wind was a bit strong at the mont, it didn’t blow away her words, which reached Nan Huaiyu’s ears without missing a beat.
The anger he was trying hard to suppress finally burst out, and the force in his hands was no longer controllable, "Nan Wan, do you not rember what I said that night, hmm?"
Nan Huaiyu was referring to her weaknesses.
"Whatever," Nan Wan continued to smile serenely as if she hadn’t heard his warning.
Raising her hand, she pried his fingers off one by one, "I can’t even take care of myself now, where do I have the energy to care about others’ lives or deaths? You do whatever you want if you have the ability."
————
Mu Jin Huan leaned against the car, with deep-set eyes that seed to smile yet not, just watching the person in front of him but not speaking.
Nan Wan stood a step away from him, her dimples on her cheeks deep and charming, "Didn’t you say you’d take for a big al to cheer up?"
She didn’t deliberately lower her voice, and the winter night wasn’t too noisy, so her words traveled far, reaching thirty ters away.
Mu Jin Huan glanced faintly at the figure not far behind her with his peripheral vision, his gaze deep and impenetrable.
Straightening his body, he stepped closer, clasping her wrist and pulling her arm to his slender waist, speaking seemingly carelessly, "Did we agree on that?"
His voice was deep and magnetic.
The man’s sudden action caused Nan Wan a montary panic, but she quickly suppressed it, her smile unwavering, "Yes, you made angry, did I forgive you?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan tightened his grip slightly, so the soft body pressed closer with a hint of coldness.
Under the dim and bright streetlights, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, light and bright.
The sweet scent of roses, mixed with a faint sll of disinfectant, drifted into her nostrils, a strange touch.
Her deliberately coquettish deanor and soft voice didn’t seem out of place.
Lowering his head, his thin lips touched her ear, and a low, slow laugh spilled from his throat, "You know I don’t an well, and yet you’re still throwing yourself into my arms?"
The voice was slightly low, magnetically llow.
Nan Wan’s smile on her cheeks froze, and the hand holding the strap of her handbag tightened.
The man’s short hair brushed against her skin, giving a slightly itchy sensation.
His face was very close to hers, so close that any minor movent might touch his lips.
So, she straightened her back and lowered her voice, "I saw Mr. Mu’s performance this morning and decided to learn a bit."
Nan Wan was certain that what this man was after was not her.
As for why...
Let’s just chalk it up to a woman’s keen sixth sense.
At this mont... Mu Jin Huan’s sharply defined handso face was incredibly gentle, even those bottomless black eyes showed a tenderness as gentle as water, "Since Doctor Nan is so eager to learn, I don’t mind teaching a bit more."
Reviews
All reviews (0)