It wasn't until the man had taken long strides and stood before her that Shi Su snapped back to reality and instinctively took a step back.
But there was the curb right beside her feet. If she retreated any further, she'd fall. She couldn't help but shift her gaze to the side, not knowing if she was avoiding the man's gaze or the familiar, cool fragrance emanating from him as he approached.
Jing Jihan looked down at the little woman whose eyes avoided him and then directly stared at the ground: "Is there money on the ground?"
This man was already very tall, and standing so close to her now, it felt like even the outdoor air inexplicably became thin.
Should Shi Su not lower her gaze? Must she look up at this nearly 1.9-meter-tall man?
Her eyelid twitched, yet she still kept her head down without looking at him: "There's no money in the sky either, so it doesn't matter where I look."
