She lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly.
"Wen Yao...don't let me get close to you."
Shang Ting's expression changed and he gritted his teeth. It was indeed so.
He showed no further emotion.
There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth that made people feel like spring breeze.
It makes people unconsciously want to get close to him, trust him, and confide in him.
The girl subconsciously followed him to the familiar office.
Shang Ting held her thin and soft shoulders and asked her to sit down. "Don't be nervous. I don't mean to blame you."
"Did Wen Yao do something to you?"
The girl bit her lip but refused to speak.
Shang Ting was not in a hurry either.
In the irritatingly quiet atmosphere, the young, innocent girl slowly revealed her sorrow, "He...he kissed me."
Shang Ting paused.
The pen drew a long, broken scratch on the white paper.
The ink penetrates the paper.
There were also dirty marks left on the slightly pale table.
He stood up calmly and blocked her way.
The breath surrounded her layer by layer.
Leaving her nowhere to escape.
The innocent girl seemed to have just realized that there was something subtly wrong with the atmosphere.
"Shangting..."
"Where?" The man suppressed the dull pain in his heart. His cool jade-like fingertips touched her forehead, then moved down to her soft, fragrant red lips. "Here?"
The fingertips sank slightly.
The girl frowned impatiently.
There was a mist in his eyes, and his expression was innocent and confused.
Shang Ting's throat tightened.
He restrained himself from letting go.
"Sorry. A little bit of a faux pas."
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