"You're my brother's wife."
Bai Xiaoyu repeated it indifferently, over and over again in his mind.
His finger pressed a button, and the Porsche's window slowly opened.
He needed to calm down; he needed fresh air.
The nearly uncontrollable atmosphere and emotions from moments ago now left his palms sweaty and slightly trembling. He disliked the sticky, trembling sensation, and even felt a bit scared afterward.
Just now, he had almost kissed her lips.
He could hardly imagine what the consequences would have been if he had acted on impulse.
The sense of betrayal in that instant left his heart in chaos and irritation. It was so close, just a hair's breadth away...
He remembered when he and Han Luoli were children, they both fell for the same model airplane, one that was a unique edition. After a struggle, Han Luoli won.
However, he watched as Han Luoli smashed the model airplane himself, with the shattered pieces on the ground etching a particularly vivid memory.