“Captain Feng, how about finding yourself a wife?”
The men below him start teasing. “That new intern would be a good choice.”
Captain Feng smiles. “Don't make a fuss. She's young and shy.”
“Ooh, you're not even together yet, and you're already sticking up for her!”
“Quit making a racket. Looks like you've all finished your cases. Want to run another five kilometers?”
The men scatter, laughing.
He's the decisive, no-nonsense chief of the narcotics squad, calm and restrained, a golden bachelor at twenty-eight. But the year he meets her, he can't even get his words out straight.
Damn, did Captain Feng really fall for her?
