A Hooligan Pretending to Be a Gentleman

She looked up instinctively and saw a pot falling from the roof.

Lin Wanwan was about to dodge it, but an arm wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her three steps back into an uncomfortable hug.

Bang!

The pot broke into pieces at the spot where she'd been standing.

Lin Wanwan gasped.

If she were hit in the head, she could have died!

Was this really an accident?

Lin Wanwan suddenly recalled that she was still in someone's arms.

She wanted to struggle, but the man leaned into her shoulders and took a deep breath.

"You smell great."

His voice was gentle and sweet, and it could melt anyone's heart.

Lin Wanwan was offended by his flirtatious tone as she pushed him away.

Seeing the defined features on the man's face, she smirked. "So it's Mr. Jin. I mistook you for a hooligan."

Jin Yuan looked like a professional in his customized suit.