Ye Mingmei's steps paused, nervously clutching her bag.
Even from a distance, she could sense the sharp gleam in Yu Xiuzhun's hawk-like eyes.
She gritted her teeth and mustered the courage to walk towards him.
Just as she was close to Yu Xiuzhun, he suddenly turned away and walked off the field with the cue in hand.
Ye Mingmei stood alone in the resting area, from where she could perfectly see every swing of his.
Swift and decisive, with a hint of his unique ruthlessness.
After a few consecutive actions, he finally put down the cue and walked back.
His handsome figure stopped in front of Ye Mingmei, his devilish eyes glued to her, as if trying to read something from her face.
"Yu Xiuzhun..."
"When I'm all sweaty, I don't feel like talking," Yu Xiuzhun quietly interrupted Ye Mingmei, his gaze landing on the towel beside him.
The implication was clear.
He wanted Ye Mingmei to wipe his sweat.
"..."
