The voice sounded right beside her ear, yet somehow unreal-or so the young woman thought.
She turned her head, revealing a sweet, pretty face, her features as delicate as a clay doll's and her skin as fair as jade. She could not have been older than sixteen.
With those words still echoing in her ears, the girl thought she must have imagined them. She widened her eyes and stared at him in stunned surprise.
Their eyes met for two seconds before a man's voice interrupted them. "Excuse me, young man. Are you a friend of my daughter's, or what?"
Zeng Mu looked up to find a powerfully built, eight-foot-tall middle-aged man standing before him. Though his tone was calm, his expression was anything but polite.
In the man's eyes, this stranger holding flowers and candy, whispering into his daughter's ear, had better give him a satisfactory answer.
"Well, I..." Zeng Mu hesitated, looking at the man, then at the girl beside him, before shaking his head. "Sorry, I may have mistaken her for someone else."
"You certainly have. It's my daughter's birthday today, and our family is having a few drinks here. We don't need flowers or candy. If there's nothing else, would you please leave?" The man was already being very polite.
Zeng Mu nodded repeatedly, then glanced at the woman sitting beside the man.
She had a beautiful face and a sultry figure. Her tight skirt reached her knees, but could not conceal the curves of her hips and rounded thighs. Her loose, long hair gave off a rich, mellow fragrance like wine. Zeng Mu could smell it clearly even from two meters away; it resembled red butterflytail flowers.
"Hey, hey, hey." The man waved a hand in front of him, impatience creeping into his voice.
Only then