He caught up and banged on the car door, but she must have said something to the driver because suddenly he hit the gas, and the car shot away.
Shen Lin watched that rapidly vanishing figure disappear from his sight, feeling his chest heaving violently.
In the end, he clenched his teeth and cursed in a low voice, "Damn, what the hell is this about...!"
Was it that he moved too quickly and frightened her, or was she just too timid?
Meanwhile, inside the taxi.
The small figure sitting in the back seat slowly turned her head. Not seeing him behind her anymore, the tight string in her heart gradually relaxed.
Yet, deep down she was still profoundly shaken, feeling like everything that had just happened was a dream.
Honestly, she had always seen him as an older brother, just like Lu Xiao.
Not to mention, he was several years older than her.
She still looked like a little child, a young girl, while he was a thoroughly mature man.
How could such a man say those words to her?
Weren’t the type he liked those with prominent fronts and curvy backs, the hot-bodied beauties? How could he say he wanted to cherish her?
Li Zaijun didn’t know what she was afraid of or what she was worried about.
It was just them, they were like people from two different worlds. She couldn’t handle him, couldn’t understand him, and in his eyes, she was as simple as a blank sheet of paper.
And most importantly...
She didn’t like him... did she...?
She had just ended a relationship with a scumbag, feeling weary in both body and mind, truly not wanting to be suspicious anymore. Relationships were overwhelming for her, and she didn’t want to feel that bad ever again.
However, just at that moment, her phone suddenly buzzed—it rang.
She instinctively looked down, but unexpectedly, it was a message from an unknown number.
There was nothing else written, just one sentence:
[Don’t worry, the photos on your ex-boyfriend’s phone were Photoshopped, they’re not of you, you weren’t secretly photographed.]
When she saw this sentence, Li Zaijun’s breath hitched.
She hurriedly looked back instinctively but then realized the car had long driven away.
Even though it was from an unknown number, she couldn’t be clearer about who sent her this message.
Who else could it be but Shen Lin, who had just deleted those photos...!?
She took a deep breath, calmed down, and replied:
[How did you confirm that the photos he Photoshopped?]
After sending the message, she waited nervously for his response.
It was just them, they were like people from two different worlds. She couldn’t handle him, couldn’t understand him, and in his eyes, she was as simple as a blank piece of paper.
And most importantly...
She didn’t like him... did she...?
She had just ended a relationship with a scumbag, feeling weary in both body and mind, truly not wanting to be suspicious anymore. Relationships were overwhelming for her, and she didn’t want to feel that bad ever again.
However, just at that moment, her phone suddenly buzzed—it rang.
She instinctively looked down, but unexpectedly, it was a message from an unknown number.
There was nothing else written, just one sentence:
[Don’t worry, the photos on your ex-boyfriend’s phone were Photoshopped, they’re not of you, you weren’t secretly photographed.]
When she saw this sentence, Li Zaijun’s breath hitched.
She hurriedly looked back instinctively but then realized the car had long driven away.
Even though it was from an unknown number, she couldn’t be clearer about who sent her this message.
Who else could it be but Shen Lin, who had just deleted those photos...!?
She took a deep breath, calmed down, and replied:
[How did you confirm that the photos he Photoshopped?]
After sending the message, she waited nervously for his response.