Qi Zeyan and his company were seated not in a private room but in a public area, separated by partitions that lent the space a tranquil air.
So when that person had left in a hurry, barely stepping out from the partition, she almost crashed into someone...
Instinctively, she stepped back, losing her balance and becoming slightly wobbly on her feet, but the person opposite reacted faster, stretching out a hand to grab her wrist.
The man's palm was broad and strong, with fine calluses on the fingers, and radiating intense heat, gripping her wrist so tightly that it made her scalp tingle.
"I'm sorry," she lowered her head and apologized first.
Above her head came a familiar low voice, "It's alright."
Perhaps because he was looking down at her, his voice seemed to surround her from all directions, enveloping her completely, invading her limbs and bones, as if pressing tightly against her ear, striking her eardrums and chest fiercely.
