Jian Junjie looked at her retreating figure and shook his head.
Her nature was still as stubborn as ever; it was a pity that they both knew things could never go back to how they were.
Ning Zijin left the western restaurant, her phone rang, and seeing the caller ID, she pursed her lips and pressed the answer button, bringing it to her ear.
"Where are you?" ca the man’s deep and compelling voice from the phone.
Ning Zijin looked up at the glaring sun and squinted her eyes, "Outside."
"Where? I’ve just finished up with so things, I’ll co pick you up."
"I’m at Manshiyali."
"Are you alone?"
Ning Zijin’s lips curved into a smile, "With Jian Junjie."
About Jian Junjie’s existence, Ye Feng was clearer than anyone, and because of it, they had argued countless tis, well over a hundred.
She thought he would be angry, but the other party only fell silent for a few seconds before saying, "Wait for , I’m coming right over."
After hanging up the phone, Ning Zijin continued to walk along the road, with vehicles coming and going, pedestrians in a hurry, wandering alone like a lost soul, wanting only to cry from sadness.
Ti passed until a car stopped by the roadside. Ye Feng got out of the car, took off his jacket to cover her, and hugged her, "Do you know how worried I was when I didn’t see you outside the restaurant?"
The embrace was so familiar and warm, her hands gripping the shirt on his back, holding back the sourness at the bottom of her eyes.
"What’s wrong?" Ye Feng gently patted her back.
"I’m hungry, let’s go eat."
"Okay."
Ye Feng took her to a restaurant they often visited and ordered her favorite desserts and dishes.
Ye Feng watched her eat as if watching her enjoy a al was the happiest thing in the world for him.
The first ti he t Ning Zijin, she was sitting by a street stall eating skewers, a girl who was clearly beautiful yet behaved crudely, even more so than so n, a sight unfathomable for the well-cultured Ye Feng. How could there be such a brusque and willful girl? Yet, for so reason, from then on, that image was etched in his mind, impossible to shake off.
Later, when they encountered a bunch of hoodlums causing trouble, the visibly frail girl floored a group of grown n in a matter of monts—ferocious and efficient. He would never forget the girl’s smile as she turned around, dazzlingly vibrant and full of rogue charm, stunning his ti.
"Hey, pretty boy, enjoying the show? If you’re having fun, little master’s gonna need to be paid."
He frowned reflexively; how could a woman call herself "little master" and be so vulgar.
Unaware of the looming danger behind him, he only saw the girl rush toward him like a madwoman, delivering a flying kick behind him. With a "bang," a thug who was about to strike him from behind with a stick was kicked away.
The girl walked over, picked up the stick, and slamd it down on the heads of the n, skin splitting and blood gushing in an instant.
His eyes widened in shock; how could this girl be so brutal?
"You’re looking to die, ssing with ’little master’s’ people," the girl cursed viciously.
She cursed a blue streak, so vulgar yet for so reason, the words "little master’s" people made Ye Feng’s heart pound suddenly.
The sound of police sirens suddenly started up, rapidly approaching their location.
"Crap..." the girl cursed under her breath, started to run, then looked back and saw the boy still standing there, dumbfounded, cursed again, and ran back to grab his hand and pull him along.
"You idiot, why aren’t you running, waiting to get caught by the cops?"
Her hand was unlike those of other girls, not delicate but strong and calloused, yet it gave a sense of security. He watched the girl running beside him, her hair cut short like a boy’s, her features bold but not lacking a girl’s beauty, her skin very fair, her cheeks flushing slightly as she ran and panted...
"It’s not like I was the one who hit them; why should the police arrest ?" the boy struggled free of her hand.
"To think you’re real dumb, you are genuinely dumb. The cops won’t reason with you; if they say you did it, then you did it, especially easy targets like you, pretty boy." As she spoke, her gaze swept up and down him, that look making the boy suddenly cover his chest.
"Hahahaha, you’re quite fun. Not bad looking, and a good figure too. What do you think? Interested in hanging out with ’little master’? Soone just cheated on , and I’m in a bad mood." The girl laughed with a roguish expression.
"Are you even a woman, being so shaless?" the boy said, his face flushing with anger and humiliation.
The girl snorted coldly and suddenly grabbed his collar, her glare sharp as she stared into his eyes, "Little master said I fancy you, so I fancy you. Do you think you have a say in it? Besides, I just saved you, consider it repaynt for your life debt."
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