REN
Mr Zhen was daunting. He carried an aura—the kind that told you immediately, that all he required was a single blink to earn you a public execution— and I got all that from just staring at him through the window of his car. Maybe my conversation with Miss Jia Li had something to do with it.
I was too stunned to speak, although I had been hoping tomeet him, I had not actually prepared anything to say to him. I guessed the thought of him being obsessed with me kinda caused me to assume that everything would come naturally after we met.
But looking at him now: sharp eyes, brows set in a prominent arch, lips pressed tightly together that they almost merged, I failed to see any hint that he was the least bit interested, let alone obsessed. Or did my days of avoiding him cause him to develop a disliking towards me. 'Disliking…' No! That couldn't be the case. I gulped. My eyes rapidly blinking of their own accord.
