At eleven o'clock in the morning, Xu Zijin came out after the meeting, still exuding a powerful aura, as cold and stern as ever, seemingly unchanged from before.
Today, however, Wang Lu couldn't help but steal more glances at him.
Thinking about that unintentional hug from last night, her heart fluttered wildly, feeling as though it might leap out of her chest.
It wasn't her first fantasy, but last night's encounter was the closest she'd ever been to Xu Zijin.
His scent, his breath, she still had it all memorized in her mind.
Wang Lu felt like she was poisoned.
No, she had long been poisoned by Xu Zijin; otherwise, she wouldn't have come here.
But now, the poison was getting deeper and impossible to escape.
Perhaps Wang Lu's gaze was too focused, and Xu Zijin slightly furrowed his brow. "Assistant Wang, is there something?"
Wang Lu was startled, seeing his displeasure, she quickly regained her composure.
