Why is she here? And alone?
"Do you know this woman?" Fei Yichen leaned in and asked.
Leng Yixiu pressed his thin lips tightly together and then nodded.
Fei Yichen, noticing Leng Yixiu's displeasure, curved his lips in amusement, "Why do I feel something's up between you and this woman?"
He couldn't help but curiously look at the woman passed out drunk at the bar. She had thick eyebrows, large eyes, delicate features, and slightly upturned eyes. Even with her eyes closed, he could imagine how captivating she would look.
Fei Yichen finally understood why Leng Yixiu suddenly stopped—it was her beauty that caught his attention. But why did she look so familiar?
Fei Yichen furrowed his brows in thought, then snapped his fingers as he suddenly realized. No wonder she looked familiar—wasn't this the woman rumored to be with Leng Yixiu a few days ago?
What a coincidence, running into her here.
