people will misunderstand

just as fang ziqian turned around and was about to leave, bai shixun suddenly stood up and grabbed her wrist.

caught off guard, fang ziqian's body swayed, and her right foot, which was in her stiletto, slanted to the side. the back of her waist hit the edge of the desk.

"hiss ..."

fang ziqian's face twisted in pain as she gasped.

after such a heavy collision, the back of his waist would probably be bruised ...

however, before she could recover, a familiar masculine scent suddenly invaded the space in front of her.

fang ziqian was shocked and immediately looked up.

bai shixun placed both his hands on the office table. his tall and straight body was close at hand. he bent down slightly and trapped her between himself and the table.

his handsome face was full of displeasure. his brows were slightly furrowed as he looked down at her.