Gu Li kept backing away, while he advanced at every step.
Retreating until she hit the wall, she had nowhere else to go. She held her towel that she has been using to dry her hair to her chest, looked up at him and stuttered, "What... What are you doing?"
Perhaps because of nervousness, her voice was slightly trembling. To Mo Shiting's ears, her vulnerability added a certain allure to her voice.
Mo Shiting pinned her against the wall, gazing down at her.
His eyes inadvertently fell on her plump lips. Recalling their midday elevator kiss, his eyes became unreadable.
He'd chalked it up to temporary madness before, yet found himself entertaining the same thoughts at this moment.
Has this girl cast a spell on him? Why does he find himself having less than innocent thoughts whenever he sees her?
Or perhaps, he was no different from other men after all...
Mo Shiting squinted his eyes, radiating deep thought.