Nan Zhi lowered her eyes and went back upstairs. Soon enough, a pair of long legs in white suit pants appeared in her vision.
Even without looking up, Nan Zhi could feel a coldness emanating from the man.
"Look at me."
The man's cold voice sounded on top of her head.
Nan Zhi took a deep breath and raised her head.
He was wearing white suit pants and shirt with no jacket. The first three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and his exquisite, sexy collarbones and firm chest could be seen faintly.
Under his short black hair, his face was still handsome and deep-set, under his tall nose, his thin lips were pursed tightly and there was no expression on his face.
When their eyes met, her emotions surged, but he seemed unaffected, only his eyes darkened.
Nan Zhi stared fixedly at him.
She realized that his lips were not swollen, his neck was clean and there were no intimate marks. She was slightly stunned.