It was 2:10 in the deep of the night.
After leaving the private room, upon Zhang Mengjie's invitation, it was the first time the two of them officially walked on the deserted streets.
Even though their relationship was still somewhat ambiguous, Zhang Mengjie seemed to be curious about this mysterious man.
What had just happened in the private room made her heart pound in a way it never had before, a truly beautiful feeling.
"Are we just going to keep walking the streets like this?" Lin Zifeng, who had calmed his nerves with two consecutive cigarettes, broke the silence, "It's so late, don't you think it's a bit odd for a man and woman to be wandering the streets alone?"
Zhang Mengjie blinked in mild surprise, her moist eyes avoiding his gaze, not daring to look directly at him.
It wasn't that she was shy, but that she was feigning shyness. Having watched countless cheesy romantic dramas, she knew how a woman could capture a man's favor, and that she needed to put on an act.
