She came out and saw him standing at the door.
She felt like there was now someone she could rely on.
"Why aren't you looking at me?" Zhao Gushen had somehow already walked up to Ye Fei.
By the time Ye Fei realized, his slipper-clad feet were right in front of her and above her was Zhao Gushen's deep, magnetic voice.
Just as Ye Fei was about to look up, Zhao Gushen suddenly bowed, his smiling face appearing right in front of her eyes.
He kissed her.
"I'm afraid that if I leave for a moment, when I come back, you'll deny everything," Zhao Gushen chuckled softly, "Still acknowledging it?"
"I am," Ye Fei whispered, "I never planned to deny it."
"Hard to say, you do have a history," Zhao Gushen teased as he held her hand.
Ye Fei was so focused on his words, she didn't notice his hand movements.
Unconsciously, her hand fell into his palm.
"What history do I have?" Ye Fei asked, puzzled.
Who would've thought, just as she spoke, a phone suddenly appeared before her eyes.
