Five Years After the Breakup, CEO Zhao Can No Longer Hide His Lovesick Side

Wan Kele squinted and tilted her head back. Her gaze was unfocused as she stared for a long time, then suddenly reached out and pointed at his face. "You... look a lot like Zhao Jinghe."

Zhao Jinghe crouched down to meet her eyes.

She'd had quite a bit to drink that night. The smell of alcohol on her mingled with the citrus scent of her usual hand cream, drifting into his nose in wisps.

"I must be dreaming again..." Wan Kele mumbled. She raised her other hand and touched his chin.

Her fingertip brushed over the new stubble, its bristly feel making her smile bitterly. "I've been dreaming about you a lot lately... I asked Dou Xiaobao, and this apparently means... you're forgetting me..."

Zhao Jinghe's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He caught her wandering hand and replied softly, "I'm not."

Wan Kele reached out with her other hand again, running her fingers from his chin to the tip of his nose, then down to his lips.

She pressed her thumb to his lips, as if examining some rare object. "Men with thin lips are all heartless... I knew it..."

A burst of anger flared in Zhao Jinghe. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his face. "Who's the heartless one? You were the one who said you'd fallen for someone else, wanted to break up with me, and wanted to become a factory owner's wife."

Wan Kele stared at him blankly, then lowered her head and bit his forearm.

"Ow! Wan Kele, are you a dog?"