It was almost five o'clock. Yan Xixi estimated it was time to get off work. Even though she knew such a coincidence was unlikely, she still decisively left the shop.
As she walked, she kept looking around, but there was indeed no sign of Huang Xiaojue. She silently blamed herself for being paranoid. Huang Xiaojue should be at work right now. His professional ethics were beyond question; he would never skip work to wander around.
Feeling somewhat relieved, she crossed the street and hailed a taxi. Several taxis passed by in succession, all of them full. Just as she was about to walk a few more steps, someone suddenly embraced her tightly from behind.
Her heart leaped. She felt a hot breath on her neck and near her ear, along with a choked voice calling, "Xixi... Xixi..." He kept calling her name, unable to utter another word.
