He slowly said,
"This is something between the two of us, you shouldn't have to bear it alone, it was my... fault."
At this moment, Li Zaijun really didn't want to dwell on what exactly he liked about her anymore.
Because, he suddenly realized...
It was already too late to pull away...
Her small hand slowly lifted and touched his bruised cheekbone.
"I'm sorry, I'm also at fault..."
A thin mist clouded her large eyes, and water drops slowly gathered in them, looking ready to fall, so pitiable.
In her presence, the usually stern boss, who had never seen such a stance, cursed softly under his breath and the next second, he lowered his head, grabbed the back of her head without a word, and kissed her...!
He sealed her small mouth.
...
In the car, the man sitting at the driver's seat wore a crisply pressed white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his collar slightly loose.
Beneath were tailor-made suit pants and leather shoes, exuding a dandyish charm.
