Zhao Lifei could feel his occasional glances when she was washing the dishes. She knew what they were suggesting. The chemistry between them was hard to ignore, especially when he always looked at her with the warmest and adoring gaze. She wasn't oblivious to his endless pampering, but she was fearful of the idea of love. The first time she decided to give her heart to a man, he returned it to her broken and stomped into fine dust.
Lost in her daydream, she didn't realize Yang Feng had gotten up from the couch to walk towards her.
She stiffened when she felt his warm hand on her lower back.
He was standing very close to her, to the point where she caught wafts of his intoxicating scent. Surprisingly, the familiar shower gel gave off the comforting scent of freshly peeled tangerine tangled with a refreshing oceanic smell that she had gotten accustomed to.
