The domineering and paranoid CEO finally switched his mode when he met her, who was sometimes innocent and harmless, and sometimes sexy and resolute.
"Who are you?" Bai Zhiwei's voice trembled as she thought of the glass of wine last night.
The hand holding the newspaper was lowered, revealing the man's face, his eyes were like the moon, his features were clear-cut, and he was impeccably handsome.
He glanced lightly and said in a cold voice, "You don't remember? Or do you mean you don't want to be responsible for me?"
"I, I..." Bai Zhiwei swallowed involuntarily, not daring to look at the other person's face. "What happened last night was an accident! Do we pretend it never happened?"
"Do you think it's possible?" A certain man gritted his teeth, his eyes stern.
