Chu Mucheng's voice was deep, yet laced with amusement, and the moment his gaze met hers, Tao Zhixiang knew she was doomed.
In that instant, her heart was in a panic, she could even feel the chaotic rhythm.
Initially, after confirming Chu Mucheng was fine, Tao Zhixiang planned to retreat from the bathroom, but Chu Mucheng smiled at her that way and beckoned her over.
Why go over?
Yet, Tao Zhixiang found it hard to look away.
What should she do?
The Chu Mucheng before her had eyes filled with traces of laughter, turning those originally indifferent eyes extraordinarily gentle, and such a gentle Chu Mucheng... Tao Zhixiang was powerless to resist.
Once upon a time, Chu Mucheng rescued her from a local thug, so dashing, so handsome, and even though he himself was injured, he never complained of pain.
From that moment, his figure was etched in her heart, never to be erased.
Later, Chu Mucheng saved her once again in a bar.
