ople hurriedly said, “We’re leaving soon too.”Huo Mingzheng's gaze swept casually across the corner, where the light was dimmer. A woman sat there quietly, her head bowed as she poured and drank.As if...In the dim space, the girl looked at him in shock. The first thing he saw was her eyes, beautiful as if holding spring rain.

He rarely paid attention to a woman's appearance, but these eyes were particularly striking, and he couldn't help but glance at them again.

"I'm sorry, sir," she stammered, hastily withdrawing her hand from his chest.

He lowered his eyes to look at her and said softly, "It's okay."

This was just a little mishap. He turned to leave, but saw the girl's fingers tugging at the bushes beside her. It turned out that the sleeve of her right arm had caught on a branch, and the branch was snagged inside the fabric, hooking onto the lining. The more she pulled, the worse it got.

In the distance, the emcee is introducing a performance by an all-female dance troupe.

Fu Hanlin saw her anxious gaze, his steps faltered, and he walked over.

"

Can't figure it out

"

The girl bit her red lips, "Hmm."

She looked at the stage in panic, asking in a small and nervous voice, "Can you help me"

He tried to pull her sleeve from the branches, but the hook was caught too tight. Pulling on the sleeve even slightly might have yanked her collar off her shoulders, exposing her bare shoulder. It would be too forward for strangers to be this intimate.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, and the girl was so flustered that she couldn't catch her breath.

Fu Hanlin reached into the bushes with his fingers and snapped a branch, tearing it off with a rip. At the same time, the girl's sleeve was torn.

"Sorry," he said. He didn't know the fabric was so flimsy.

The girl sounded obviously relieved. "It's fine, it's already good, thank you. It's better to break it than waste time."

He took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, "Tie it."

The girl looked at her ruined sleeve, the fabric fluttering in the wind, it was indeed unsightly. She thanked him as she took the handkerchief from his hand, tying it on as she quickly walked towards the backstage.

A few moments later, he returned to the audience.

She wore a white dance dress, her right arm bound with a light blue handkerchief. She stood out among the other girls wearing the same dress.

But it's not just because of the blue, it's because she is the center, the most dazzling and beautiful one on stage.

The young men in the audience were boisterous, cheering and clapping their hands incessantly. He sat among them, his heart, which had been calm for over twenty years, suddenly stirred by the wave upon wave of excitement.

He thought that he was just influenced by the atmosphere that night and that's why he acted abnormally.

> Only after they met again did he realize it wasn't.

He has always been calm and collected, it's hard for external factors to affect his emotions. If he is moved, it will only be from the heart.

That night, she was so focused on the performance onstage that she was nervous and eager to leave. She didn't even remember him anymore.

Fu Hanlin had just brushed the hair from her cheek when Fu Yan woke up.

She stared blankly at Fu Hanlin standing before her, only then remembering that she had fallen asleep during the meeting.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fu," she hurriedly stood up.

The suit she had been wearing slipped off her shoulders, and she instinctively reached out to catch it. Fu Hanlin also reacted instantly.

His big hand clasped hers.

One is warm and dry, the other cool and soft.

She instinctively pulled her hand back, feeling incredibly awkward. This was her first time attending such a meeting. How could she have fallen asleep

"Didn't sleep well last night" the man asked casually, holding his suit jacket.

It's not just that I haven't slept well, it's that I haven't had time to sleep at all.

Fu Yan looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost time to get off work. She had actually slept for so long.

She cleared her throat and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Fu. I shouldn't have fallen asleep during the meeting."

Fu Hánlín stood high above her, and in the moment she brushed her hair back, she inadvertently revealed a red mark between her neck and collarbone. If not for his height advantage, it would have been very difficult to see.

A kiss mark.

The fingers under the suit jacket clenched abruptly. He retracted his gaze silently, saying lightly, "That's not how things are done."

......

Fu Yan returned to the office. Xiaoxiao had sent her a WeChat message earlier but hadn't received a reply. However, she ordered food for her based on her usual preferences.icant psychological problems, especially when dealing with relationships. He tended to go to extremes in his assumptions about them.Huo Mingzheng was silent."I can tell she probably likes you. If you...