His broad shoulders carried the black uniform perfectly, which explained why so many people wanted to interview him.
Lin Feng stuffed his phone into his pockets, prepared to stand but Yun Hu leaned over, his left hand pressed onto his chair, preventing him from standing. He asked slowly, "What is it? In a hurry?"
In that instant, Lin Feng felt trapped. The beautiful arch of Yun Hu's throat appeared before him, emphasized by the black uniform.
It was too close. Lin Feng shifted back subconsciously, trying to stand. "Of course, we're in a hurry. Coco and the others have been waiting for a while, he even sent a text to rush us. Hurry, let's go." Lin Feng took a step forward.
"Wait a minute," Yun Hu spoke, his voice calm. "You haven't shown anything ever since I have been back."
What was he supposed to show? Bring him out for drinks or to the internet cafe and supper? Wasn't it just the beginning?
