In the wind and snow, the little girl looked up at him angrily with her fair and pink face. Before she could say anything, her own eyes reddened, looking like a rabbit's eyes, misty and very touching.

Zhou Jinshan's Adam's apple bobbed as he thought to himself, "With her easy-to-bully appearance, who knows how she'll be bullied if other men see her like this."

How could he possibly agree to that?

Zhou Jinshan looked at her seriously and said, "Comrade Feng Mingshu, I am pursuing you. I want you to be my girlfriend. That's why I'm waiting in front of your house."

"You may not agree, but I reserve the right to pursue it."

"If you feel it's inappropriate for me to appear in front of your house, next time I'll stay further away, how about across the street instead?"

The man spoke with a serious expression, relentlessly pestering her. Feng Mingshu felt her conscience growing weaker and weaker, but the scene of him lying on the stretcher covered in blood that day flashed before her eyes, making her conscience grow back.

Torn by her conscience, she grew irritated and shoved him, saying, "What do you mean, 'across the street'? I don't want to see you! Get out of here, or I'll call my men to beat you up!"

Feng Mingshu's last threat only elicited a soft chuckle from the man. He remained unmoved, looking down at her and saying, "You can hit me. Go ahead and do it, I won't fight back." He then pretended to grab her hand to hit him.

Feng Mingshu resisted the man's touch and immediately stepped back. Her heel tripped on the threshold, and she lost her balance and fell backward. But an arm quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her away.

The man's breath, melted into mist by the wind and snow, still carried a faint warmth and an indescribable ambiguity as it sprayed onto her face.