Murong Zhining pouted, "sizzled" and inhaled, rubbed her forehead and looked up at the man. The man had one hand on Murong Zhining's slender waist, and one hand firmly grasped Murong Zhining's palm.

A faint smile hung on that man's white face as he gently pushed Murong Zhining away, took a step back, and elegantly bowed and saluted, ''What a coincidence? Running into miss again. If I remember correctly, a year ago in Chongde, I bumped into Miss once, so it seems that I am quite ...