After making nearly six or seven voice calls without getting an answer, Huo Xingye could no longer sit still in the car.
In that short stretch of time, he could not stop imagining Nan Zhou in someone else's arms, laughing softly and flirting with them, calling their name affectionately.
Jealousy washed away the last of his reason.
Huo Xingye switched off the engine, opened the car door and slammed it shut, then started toward the building.
Just then-
His phone buzzed. Nan Zhou was calling him back.
In that instant, every nerve in Huo Xingye's mind and body went taut. The next second, the pent-up fire in him condensed as he answered the call.
Before he could speak, Nan Zhou's voice came from the other end. "Did you need something?"
Huo Xingye's gaze sharpened, and he adjusted his voice and demeanor to sound natural. "I'm downstairs."
"Oh?"
"Does the invitation from this afternoon still stand?"
A brief silence fell on both ends of the call.
A moment later, Nan Zhou's soft laugh came through the receiver. There was nothing deliberately affected about it, yet it was deeply seductive.
"Sixteenth floor, code 5362. Come on up."
The elevator rose. Those few short minutes felt like a century to Huo Xingye.
He was no longer an inexperienced kid, yet his taut emotions at that moment made him feel as though he were back in high school.
Only when he opened the door and saw Nan Zhou leaning beside the entrance in a casual T-shirt did Huo Xingye feel his soul return to his body.
There was no one else. Only him.
"You..."
Though the man before him wore his usual expression, Nan Zhou vaguely sensed that Huo Xingye was a little different from normal.
But he had barely spoken when the