'Play along...?' Upon hearing those words, Matthew Xi knitted his brows. He doesn't know what's her ploy this time, but it was interesting. Thus, slowly, he rested his chin on top of her head, getting a good whiff of the scent of her shampoo that lingered on her hair.
'Smells like peonies — fresh, bright, and lovely just like her.' His creepy subconscious mind whispered.
"Miss Zhou, why are you hiding?" Leaning down, Matthew Xi whispered as he glanced behind her.
The way she buried her face, almost squeezing herself onto him was enough proof she was hiding. Whether it was from someone or something, it intrigued Matthew Xi.
"Ah..." Instead of receiving an answer, Zoey poked his healing wound just enough for him to shut up. Matthew Xi almost pushed her. Alas, Zoey linked her hands on his back and pressed him against her.
'Do I want this woman in my life?' Upon feeling the slight pain, Matthew Xi asked this very question that had been floating inside his head since day one.
