After leaving the Butterfly Dance Bar, Xia Qian kept stealing glances at Chu Mo as they walked along—his tall nose, determined face, and that impressive height of nearly one meter eighty, all combined with his unique masculine scent, made her heart flutter.
Thump, thump, her little heart went disobediently wild again.
Is this what it feels like to be smitten?
"Could he really be the knight sent from heaven to protect me?" Xia Qian gazed at Chu Mo's silhouette and became a little lost in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Right at that moment, Chu Mo turned around abruptly, his gaze landing on her flushed cheeks, and he let out a faint smile.
Seeing that smile, Xia Qian felt almost unable to resist; though it carried a hint of mischief, it was utterly unique and so very warm.
Her cheeks turning red, Xia Qian looked earnestly at Chu Mo, her face showing gratitude as she said, "Um, I'm really grateful to you for today, I... I won't cause you any trouble, will I?"