"Why be formal with me?" His fingers lightly caressed her waist as Chen Ziming leaned down, gently inhaling the fragrance of her hair, his arms around her slowly tightening. "Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone who has hurt you pays..."
Feeling the man's arms growing increasingly tight, Gai Yu lifted her arms to push his body away, subtly stepping to the side.
"Ziming, do you want tea or coffee?"
Chen Ziming inhaled deeply, his gaze sliding over to her slender waist.
"No need, as long as you're fine, I'm going back now."
"I'll walk you out."
"No need, you should get some rest. I'll talk to Xiaohan another day." Moving forward, he touched her hair, Chen Ziming stretched out his hand to pull her in for a hug, then finally let her go. "I'm leaving now."
Turning around, he walked quickly downstairs.
