Chapter 9 - It Can’t Be That Coincidental Right? He’s From Four Years Ago... (2/2)

Although she had not seen the man’s face from the front as he was turned towards the window, the man’s nose, lips and face shape were somewhat familiar to her.

She felt like a mess when she suddenly recalled the surprise she had felt, that morning four years ago.

Oh my G.o.d, it cannot be that coincidental, can it?

Nan Zhi’s gaze moved languidly up from the man’s trousers, taking her time to look him over. She took in his muscular chest and broad shoulders, pausing at his habitually pursed lips.

His lips were thin and fierce-looking, exuding an arrogance that placed him above everyone else.

Nan Xiaojie would purse his lips in such a manner when he was angry too.

Nan Zhi moved towards the man unconsciously.

With such a short distance between them, she could smell the man’s fresh, yet cold masculinity that was mixed with the faint smell of tobacco. He smelled deep and rich, yet dominant. It was a smell that was extremely attractive and could easily tug the hearts of women. It was hard to pull away and unconsciously, her heart beat a little faster.

As Nan Zhi had grown up in a rich family, she did not have a clear concept of what was considered to be a handsome man, as she had grown accustomed to seeing gentlemen dressed finely in the upper cla.s.s.

The only thing she had on her mind was that she wanted to see what he looked like. She needed to see him from the front.

Her body moved even closer to him,

There was only a palm’s distance between them now.

Wei Lin glanced at the back through the rear mirror as he drove and was so surprised that his hands quavered. He pressed hard on the emergency brake in his panic at seeing Nan Zhi sitting next to the man.

Nan Zhi was not prepared for the sudden stop and her body fell forward from the strong momentum. Just as she thought she would collide against the back of the seat in front of her, a cold palm caught her wrist smoothly, holding her back in a firm grasp.

As Nan Zhi’s skin was soft and smooth, she could feel the calluses on the man’s hand the moment he caught her wrist.

It was dry, slightly cold and slightly numbing. It felt like it was gently exfoliating her. The firm fingers on her wrist pulled her back onto the seat with an easy grace.

Once she was seated steadily, the man released his grip and said coldly without looking at her, “Sit over there!”