In the afternoon at the library, sunlight streamed through the enormous glass curtain wall onto the light wood desks, while fine dust motes floated in the air.
Xu Xinran's appearance seemed somewhat out of place in such a setting.
Among a crowd of college students in down jackets and hoodies, carrying backpacks, their faces either bare or slightly weary, she was like a peacock that had wandered into a flock of chickens—far too conspicuous.
She wore an exquisitely tailored off-white cashmere coat, open at the front to reveal a dark gray business skirt suit beneath it.
The fitted pencil skirt outlined the voluptuous curves unique to a mature woman. Her legs were wrapped in sheer black stockings with a luxurious texture, and she wore seven-centimeter stiletto heels.
As she walked down the carpeted corridor, the faint click-click of her heels seemed to land right on people's heartstrings.
Su Bai raised his brows in surprise.
This woman had long passed the age of studying. She usually attended press conferences and high-end cocktail parties, so why had she come to Jiang University's library?
Of course, according to what Xu Xinran had told Su Bai during their online chats, her work as a reporter had practically entered a semi-retired state.
So, having time to wander around a university was not all that strange.
Still, her excessively mature and sexy image made her seem as though she belonged to an entirely different layer from the innocent Jiang University girls in the library.
Perhaps Su Bai's gaze was too direct, or perhaps beautiful women were naturally sensitive to being watched.
Xu Xinran, who had been searching for something by the bookshelves, suddenly turned around and met Su Bai's eyes with perfect accuracy.
The moment she saw Su Bai, surprise flashed across her exquisitely made-up face