The man before her, in every aspect, is nothing short of a perfect creation of the divine.
With long, gorgeous eyes, lashes even finer than a woman’s, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and distinct features.
An Nan felt a pang of jealousy, or perhaps unwillingness; sitting next to a man more attractive than herself was somewhat disheartening. Were it not for her profession, having encountered numerous handsome men, she might already have lunged at him.
The current situation left her perplexed; what exactly is happening now?
Wasn’t Huo Bingxuan supposed to be his companion today? Why did he send her away? She dared to bet that woman is currently at home sharpening a knife, ready to seize any chance to get rid of her. Just thinking about it made her neck feel a chilling breeze, lacking any sense of safety.
And why did this man want to give her cufflinks that were clearly bought for him? Now he’s taking her out for dinner, and after dinner, he’s driving her home?
What kind of situation is this? The more she pondered, the more her head hurt.
She felt like a lamb waiting for slaughter, first being fed before being killed.
Just awakened, An Nan now felt muddled, and suddenly, a thought flashed across her mind—is this man trying to pursue her?
This idea was immediately dismissed from An Nan’s mind—not possible. Not only is she older than him, but with his looks, he surely wouldn’t struggle to find beautiful women?
What does she have? Not beauty, nor a gentle personality, not much money—just a pilot...
So it definitely wouldn’t be because he wants to pursue her.
From then on, Lin Mubai’s position in An Nan’s heart was set—a handsome younger brother, or perhaps an acquaintance, maybe a confidante in the future, but definitely not a lover.
If Lin Mubai realized her thoughts at this moment, he’d probably be mortified; how is she not pretty? He likes her personality more; he never appreciates the gentle-sheep type. As for wealth, he would feel honored if she wanted to spend his money—that’s what he earns it for.
While driving, Lin Mubai occasionally used the corner of his eye to glance at the person beside him, every time seeing her in a dazed state. Her adorable demeanor made him chuckle.
Involuntarily, he recalled her rippling form beneath him that night, and a certain part of his body began to heat up uncontrollably, with every cell in his body loudly clamoring—he wants her, needs her.
What puzzled Lin Mubai more was whether she genuinely didn’t know who he was, hence her natural behavior.
The next morning, after she left, he noticed the trace of vivid red on his bed—the evidence still hidden in his closet for future reference.
"What are you laughing at?" An Nan glared at him fiercely, unable to suppress her critical thoughts—of course, he had white teeth, and not just was he attractive, but his laughter was even more so.
So much so that her small heart pounded erratically; it was a feeling she’d never experienced in her twenty-eight years.
She shook her head fiercely, hoping to dispel this strange sensation, shifting her focus back to the scenery outside the window, deliberately avoiding looking at the driver.
Lin Mubai didn’t notice the peculiarity of the person beside him, continuing to smile and answer, "Laugh if you feel like it."
At this moment, saying the truth was certainly not an option; for someone not yet familiar, speaking in such ambiguous terms—he reckoned she would immediately label him a pervert and blacklist him, never to meet ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ noveⅼfire.net