When Xiao Qiao met Wen Xin for the first time, he started teasing her in a nonchalant way: "Are you frigid?"
The moment the words fell, small whispers immediately echoed around him. Colleagues coming and going looked sideways. Colleagues from other departments who happened to be passing by the door also stopped and their eyes fell on the two of them curiously.
Wen Xin felt a rush of heat rush directly to his cheeks, and his whole face suddenly turned red.
Thirty years of cultivation and restraint engraved in my bones suddenly collapsed in front of this abrupt question. The anger welling up in her heart emerged uncontrollably. She, who was always gentle and distant, and never argued with others, actually forgot the usual caution at this moment.
Embarrassment, shame and anger were intertwined in my heart. The moment their eyes met, Wen Xin had already recorded this person in his mind.
After a while, the relationship between the two was completely forged.
Intention: Love is never a whim, but slowly approaches and moves towards you firmly.