"If I say it can be real?"
Xia Xiwei said softly.
Zhou Wang was taken aback, but he saw Xia Xiwei somehow had approached a bit more, and the distance between them was just about six or seven centimeters.
Her dark eyes were clear, her slightly trembling eyelashes seemed to reveal her inner tension, and somehow, Zhou Wang's gaze uncontrollably drifted down to fixate on her lips.
Her cherry-red lip gloss shone with a glossy hue on her full lips, causing Zhou Wang to suddenly feel a dry throat, his throat involuntarily moving.
Just when Zhou Wang was finding it hard to control himself, hurried footsteps suddenly came from beside him.
"Phew, Boss, you're here, soon you'll have to give your speech again, do you want to prepare a bit first?"
The newcomer was the slightly breathless Xu Wenqian, whose abrupt intrusion broke the peculiar atmosphere here, Xia Xiwei subtly leaned back, and Zhou Wang came to his senses.
"Is it time?"
