For the first time, Fang Ning cursed that phrase in her mind.
After thinking it over, Fang Ning decided it must have been those long legs of his that caused it.
Fang Ning rolled over and buried her face in her pillow. Help, that scene just now-she felt both caught up in the drama and a strange, indescribable sensation.
Fang Ning rolled over again, rested her hands beneath her head, and stared at the ceiling with a sigh.
Ugh, how was she supposed to face that man tomorrow without making things awkward?
Of course, Ji Xiangnian was also unable to sleep.
He leaned against the balcony railing, a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. He gazed into the distance, his entire figure hidden in the darkness.
It was impossible to make out his emotions.
He slowly took a drag, then walked over to the marble counter on the balcony and stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray. The brand-new ashtray was piled with cigarette butts, showing how much its owner had smoked.
Only after smoking so many cigarettes did Ji Xiangnian feel his emotions settle a little.
He could not quite understand what had happened today. He had never given Fang Ning much thought in that way.
As far as he was concerned, when it came to love, he would neither force himself nor anyone else. He had always let things develop naturally.
In his twenties, he had been busy with work and fighting that bunch of uncles of his.
Naturally, he had had no time for romance, nor had he met anyone who caught his interest.
If he met someone he liked, he would try pursuing her and making an effort.
But Ji Xiangnian's brows shifted slightly. How could Fang Ning be the one making him feel this way...