No One Could Hurt Her

Nanheng was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and Feng Ling nearly 1.7. Feng Ling was only about ten or twenty centimeters shorter.

When he looked down at her, he could clearly see each of her eyelashes. Now he saw that her eyes seemed to be frosting at the sight of him.

Although they had been separated for ten months and she was the daughter of the Feng family, she was still that Feng Ling.

Solitary, quiet, and cold.

Nanheng suddenly felt a pang of distress pricking his heart and lungs. He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, put it out with his foot, and reached for her wrist, but she evaded his hand and drew back one meter away from him.

Nanheng looked at her and said in a low and hoarse voice, "We haven't seen each other for ten months. Are you going to keep avoiding me?"

As if not hearing his words, Feng Ling coldly looked around and then gave up taking the elevator and walked to the staircase.

Nanheng paused and quickly followed her.