His breathtakingly beautiful face was right in front of her, so close that she could clearly feel his warm breath brushing against her nose.
It was ticklish, carrying a soul-stirring warmth.
Her hand rested on his chest, and his frantic heartbeat seemed to throb right under her palm.
This posture, such a dangerous posture, you see, if she moved even slightly, the thorn in her palm might pierce his heart and take his life!
This... bastard!
Han Jing didn't even know how it happened; she, who had never known grievance, at this moment, amidst this bewilderment, felt a surge of sourness in her nose and a slight ache in her eyes. Like a shrew she always disdained, she couldn't even stand steadily and stretched out her hand to hit him: "Su Yu, you did it on purpose, didn't you?! You followed me on purpose, right? You bastard! You're really rotten through! Bad to the core!"
Tears fell uncontrollably with a thud.
