Who would have known that Lu Niange, who had been staring at her for a long time, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist as she brushed past him, "Momo, what a coincidence."
Ling Momo frowned. Because she had drunk some alcohol, she was somewhat dizzy and couldn't muster the strength to pull away. Her feeble struggle was futile, and in the end, she could only say with a hint of anger, "I don't like such coincidences at all!"
Lu Niange didn't speak, just held her wrist tightly, staring straight at her.
She didn't know how long he had been looking for her, holding her photo, going from inn to hotel asking around.
She didn't know how much he missed her, and when he found out she was staying at this particular inn, how thrilled and excited he was deep inside.
Ling Momo moved her wrist forcefully, but no matter what she did, she couldn't break free, so she looked at Lu Niange, frustrated.
Yet she found that the man's gaze on her was as still as a placid lake.
