This ti, Ye Anhao was frightened. As she watched Ouyang Che’s face inching closer, fear slowly spread throughout her body.
"What are you going to do? I’m warning you, don’t you dare try anything!"
Though Ye Anhao spoke with a tough exterior, she couldn’t stop the man in front of her. He reached out with his other hand, his fingers approaching her cheek bit by bit.
Ye Anhao thought he was going to do sothing extre, so she closed her eyes in terror. Unexpectedly, a cool sensation spread over her cheek the next mont, feeling very soothing.
She opened her eyes in astonishnt, and at so point, the man’s right hand had released her, now holding a box that looked like ointnt.
Ye Anhao then belatedly realized that the man had been trying to apply dicine to her all this ti.
It was indeed sowhat surprising.
Ye Anhao looked at the man in front of her with a complicated expression, unsure of how to react. The man, however, shot her a cold glance, and an icy voice ca from above.
"You can get lost now."
The man’s actions were so contradictory that Ye Anhao simply couldn’t understand. She couldn’t fathom whether this man harbored kindness or malice towards her.
However, she didn’t have the luxury to dwell on it now. No matter what his intentions were, the best strategy was to stay away from him as soon as possible.
She hurriedly retreated and got out of the leather seat, then stepped out of the car. But just as she took a step, she halted abruptly, turned back to the man inside the car, and held out her palm. "Give that video back!"
"I can’t give it back to you right now."
"Then when will you be able to return it?"
"I’ll return it when I feel like it."
Ye Anhao really wanted to tear apart that haughty face of his, but in the end, she gave up. She couldn’t beat him. Even if she did, she couldn’t force him to return the video.
She figured that this man probably wouldn’t be so despicable as to post the video online. Since that was the case, if he liked it so much, he could keep it—for all she cared, he could take it to the grave with him!
With that thought, she stopped entangling herself and turned to leave, but that was when she heard the man’s voice coming from behind.
"Ye Anhao, my na is Ouyang Che. Rember my na."
Ouyang Che?
Ye Anhao’s steps faltered again. Another one with the surna Ouyang. What was happening to her lately? Why was everyone with that surna giving her trouble?
On the bus, Ye Anhao reached out and touched her injured cheek, the scenario of Ouyang Che applying dicine to her flashing through her mind, her delicate brows furrowing.
Why did this man apply dicine for her? Were they that familiar?
And more importantly, if he was going to apply dicine, couldn’t he just do it without scaring her?
She leaned her forehead against the cold window glass, feeling a headache coming on. She hoped that man nad Ouyang Che wouldn’t bother her again.
However, reality proved that sotis, imagination is rich, but reality is stark.
In the following days, Ouyang Che appeared at the café every evening unwaveringly. This ti, he did nothing out of the ordinary—he just ordered sothing, ate it, and left.
But the more nonchalant he acted, the more uneasy Ye Anhao felt. She couldn’t understand what that man wanted, but she was terrified her colleagues might notice sothing. If this matter blew up, it would be unbearable even for soone as thick-skinned as Ye Anhao.
That man was like a sword hanging over Ye Anhao’s head. She could see it, watching as the string holding the sword thinned until only a thread was left, yet it just wouldn’t fall, leaving her in constant dread.
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