On the night when she met her ex, Wen Zhi heard several women chatting in the corridor of the banquet hall.
"Oh my God, don't you see that man?"
"It seems that his name is Shen Yanchuan. He used to be the campus president of Beijing University."
"Why is he so crazy? I just looked at him for a second, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. At least half of the women present were secretly looking at him."
Halfway through, Wen Zhi was about to leave when she heard.
"I really want to have him hold my chin and press it against the wall to kiss me. It will definitely be very sensual."
Wen Zhi: "..."
After a few minutes.
Wen Zhi was at the same meeting as him.
"Our company's planning document for handicraft companies."
Wen Zhi made up his mind: "I will put it in your hands before breakfast at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Shen Yanchuan seemed to be passing the time, lazily and indifferently, hooking his knuckles on his tie and tugging lightly, saying, "Just think about it clearly."
In that second, Wen Zhi raised her head and said slowly but word by word: "I didn't want to kiss you."
"..."
Intention: To be added.