The man leaning against her, his tall frame stiffened.
The slender fingers that occasionally brushed against her slender waist also ceased their movement.
Chi Xian’s reaction caused a faint ripple to appear in Ming Zheng’s dark eyes.
Her gaze fell upon the floor-to-ceiling window not far ahead.
Outside, it was still pitch black.
The brilliant glass wall lamps reflected on the window.
Casting the shadows of the two people.
Ming Zheng was silent for a few seconds.
She raised her hand, intending to push him away.
And not wanting to continue asking any further.
Chi Xian’s reaction indicated that the “white moonlight” in his heart for the past ten years still held a significant position.
He hadn't forgotten her.
If that was the case.
Then there was nothing more to say.
However, as soon as her hands were raised.
The man’s slender fingers grasped her arm.
After the two of them separated.
Ming Zheng could see the expression on the man’s face.
His expression was strange.
Especially his eyes, as deep as ink.
Seemingly like cold stars in the dead of night, bottomless.
Or like a churning ink tide, casting fine, flowing light.
“How… how did you know?” Chi Xian’s voice was slightly hoarse.
Ming Zheng stared at his eyes for a long time: “So, it’s true?”
“Yes,” A fleeting light in Chi Xian’s brows gradually bloomed into a smile. “Did Chi San Yue tell you?”
He still had the nerve to smile?
Ming Zheng’s face immediately turned cold: “It’s not allowed for her to tell me?”
Chi Xian quickly replied: “Yes, yes, yes! I didn’t say it wasn’t…”
He looked at the girl’s cold, elegant little face.
And the very cold gaze she gave him.
Chi Xian didn’t know why she was angry.
But he knew that if his girlfriend was angry, regardless of the reason, it was his fault.
Therefore, Chi Xian grabbed Ming Zheng’s arm and pulled her into his embrace again.
“I’m sorry, Zheng Bao, I was wrong…”
Ming Zheng’s face pressed against the man’s smoothly contoured chest.
Her skin could feel his warmth through the thin fabric.
And the cool, smoky sandalwood scent that lingered in her nostrils.
Did this clingy little thing want to use a charm offensive?
Ming Zheng chuckled softly: “What was wrong?”
Chi Xian didn’t hesitate, answering decisively: “Everything was wrong.”
As soon as he spoke.
Ming Zheng directly raised her hand and fiercely pinched Chi Xian’s waist.
“I was wrong, I was wrong…”
Chi Xian apologized again in a hoarse voice.
His breathing, however, became more heated.
His low, seductive tone became even more captivating: “I originally wanted to find an opportunity to tell you this myself, but I didn’t expect Chi San Yue to get there first.”
“I was wrong… From now on, I will definitely tell you everything first, not through anyone else.”
Ming Zheng’s ears tingled from his low, magnetic voice.
A tingling sensation that made her limbs feel weak.
This clingy guy was too much!
Discovering his charm offensive wasn’t working, he was now trying to bewitch her with his voice?
Ming Zheng tightened her grip on his waist, her clear, cold voice betraying little of her youthful exasperation: “What, you still wanted to tell me yourself that you had a white moonlight in your heart for ten years, and I was just a substitute for that white moonlight?”
“Ah?” Chi Xian looked a little stunned.
Ming Zheng was no longer holding back, and while Chi Xian was dazed, she pushed him away: “Since you can’t forget your white moonlight, then go find your white moonlight.”
“What white moonlight? What substitute?” Chi Xian staggered back from the push, his long, straight legs bracing against the edge of the sofa.
The wall lamps were brilliant.
Light and shadow enveloped him.
The man’s figure appeared even more elongated.
His deep, captivating face was filled with bewilderment and confusion.
Ming Zheng was too lazy to watch him feign ignorance.
She turned and walked towards the bedroom: “I’m going to sleep, you can see yourself out.”
“Wait!”
How could Chi Xian let her leave like that?
He quickly caught up and grabbed the girl’s hand: “Zheng Bao, let’s sort things out first, then sleep!”
If they didn't sort this out.
How could she possibly sleep?
Ming Zheng continued her cold demeanor, pulling her hand away.
A soft tenderness appeared in Chi Xian’s handsome eyes. His slender fingers, which had been holding her wrist, now gripped a small section of her sleeve.
Then, blinking his eyes.
Using that low, magnetic, hoarse voice, in a docile and puppy-like tone, he softly, quietly called out—
“Zheng Bao~~~~~”
A single address.
He uttered it with such lingering affection, such soul-capturing charm.
Ming Zheng: “……”
This guy was toxic!
Ming Zheng couldn't stand it, but she didn't break free from his grip on her sleeve: “Fine, you sort it out.”
Chi Xian promptly and seriously began to sort it out: “Chi San Yue told you that I had a ten-year white moonlight, right?”
Ming Zheng glanced at him coldly, saying nothing.
Her expression seemed to convey—
“Sort it out, take your time, if you don’t sort it out well, we’ve only been together for less than 24 hours and we’re about to become widows!”
Chi Xian: “Then… who is my white moonlight?”
Ming Zheng’s face grew even colder. She scoffed: “How would I know who it is?”
Hearing this, the thin edges of Chi Xian’s lips curved upwards.
“It’s sorted out.”
His clear, hoarse voice carried a hint of an unfathomable smile.
Under the illumination of the brilliant wall lamps, it added a captivating charm that could topple cities.
Bewitching and stunning.
Ming Zheng’s anger flared at his flamboyant demeanor.
Sorted out, my foot!
With a flick of her arm, she shook off Chi Xian’s hand that was holding her sleeve.
She raised her fist.
And swung it towards his face.
Her swung fist was caught by the man’s large palm.
Most devastatingly…
Chi Xian, holding her fist, slowly lowered his head.
His thin lips landed on the back of Ming Zheng’s hand.
The soft touch caused Ming Zheng’s body to stiffen.
Her cold, elegant brow furrowed even tighter.
This damn man, still trying to use a charm offensive!
Ming Zheng resolutely refused to be seduced.
She clenched her fist tighter, her knuckles cracking.
And the man, whose lips were on the back of her hand, slowly lifted his beautiful, long eyelashes.
Beneath his lashes, his eyes, black and lustrous as jade, held a faint smile.
Both docile and soft.
In this posture.
He gazed at her fixedly.
“Zheng Bao.”
He spoke, his voice exceptionally hoarse, and exceptionally alluring.
It was also laced with an unidentifiable affection.
“Is there a possibility.”
“That you… are the white moonlight I’ve kept in my heart for ten years?”
The clear words, one by one, entered her ears distinctly.
Ming Zheng processed them in her mind.
Frowning, she directly pulled her hand away: “You’re making it up, keep making it up! Do I not know if I’m your ten-year white moonlight?”
“It seems you’ve truly forgotten me completely.”
Chi Xian’s brows lowered, like a lonely, giant loyal dog, and he let out a soft, mournful sigh: “These past ten years, I’ve thought of you every single day.”
Ming Zheng: “?”
He was really putting on a good act!
But it was useless.
In her memories from ten years ago, Chi Xian had never existed.