The translucent liquid reflected Ji Wuyin's naturally beautiful eyes.
She looked at the man's slightly hurried pace leisurely, put down her wine glass, and raised her eyebrows.
That alluring charm was put away.
A glimmer of clarity flashed in the man's eyes, and his pace slowed down.
"Mr. Song." Xia Zeyou followed Ji Wuyin's gaze and saw Song Zhiyu who was gradually approaching.
When Song Zhiyu turned his gaze, he completely returned to his previous demeanor.
"Mr. Xia." He nodded.
His eyes glanced at Ji Wuyin, who was looking at him with a smile, and he paused slightly.
"Zeyou, you go back first." Ji Wuyin stood up and walked around the table.
"Yinyin, be careful." Xia Zeyou held her wrist and frowned.
Ji Wuyin broke away and said comfortingly: "I know."
She stepped on her stilettos and quickly chased the tall and straight figure in front of her.
Xia Zeyou twisted his fingertips, leaving nothing but the evanescent warmth.
The marble walls engraved with famous paintings are glowing with light, reflecting the grace and beauty, like a rose moving in the wind, with every curve flowing with a charming charm.
Song Zhiyu walked into the elevator, his eyes flickering from the end of his eyes.
Ji Wuyin was afraid that he would close the door directly, so he stretched out his hand to block it.
But the elevator made no move to close.
He only pressed the floor.
Ji Wuyin gathered up his coat and straightened his appearance.
She stood side by side with him silently, waiting for the elevator door to close automatically.
Song Zhiyu went to the entertainment hall on the fifth floor, and Ji Wuyin followed him into a billiards room with a calm expression.
The billiard room is brightly lit, the table has been set up, and snacks and drinks are available in the seating area.
The staff guarding inside saw Song Zhiyu coming up to him.
"Mr. Song, Miss Fang said she was going out for a walk and asked you to play first."
Song Zhiyu glanced at Ji Wuyin beside him, and chuckled, with unclear meaning: "Quite sensible."
Ji Wuyin was startled and almost thought he had seen something.
However, the next second Song Zhiyu continued: "I still know how to report it."
Ji Wuyin immediately breathed a sigh of relief and understood that he was referring to Sang and Huai.
She really didn't have the habit of telling people wherever she went.
So in most cases, when Song Zhiyu went out and came back, he would only see an empty house with dark lights.
Ji Wuyin pretended not to understand what he meant. After the staff left, he went over to close the door and lock it.
The billiards room, isolated from the outside world, is like a quiet oasis, with a light smell of leather and wood in the air.
Song Zhiyu picked up the cue, rubbed some powder on it and asked, "Mr. Ji is following me, what's the matter?"
He held the tail of the club with his left hand, leaned forward naturally, bent over and took aim. There was a crisp knocking sound, and a red ball slowly fell into the bag.
Ji Wuyin observed his face. His eyelashes were thick and long, giving the effect of eyeliner. From her perspective, she could only see his three-dimensional and handsome profile.
No emotion visible.
She thought for a moment and said, "Let's have a competition."
If you win, it’s natural to ask for conditions.
If you lose, look for another chance.
Song Zhiyu turned his head in disbelief and raised the corners of his lips towards her, his dark eyes deep and unpredictable.
Ji Wuyin took off his jacket and watched him score goals quickly and accurately.
The last ball fell into the pocket, and the number on the scoreboard jumped to 147 and then stopped.
Ji Wuyin's eyes flashed and he moved his fingers uneasily.
After two years of not seeing each other, Song Zhiyu's table tennis skills have become more and more sophisticated.
She set up the club and leaned over, having to put away other thoughts and concentrate on calculating the distance between the two balls.
Just as he was about to putt, his thin back felt the burning breath and stiffened.
He lost control of his hand and the ball hit the table wall in a straight line.
The next second, Song Zhiyu's scornful voice sounded in her ears: "Zhizhi, how can you beat me if you are like this?"
Her hands were covered, and her whole body fell into a solid embrace.
Overlapping shadows are projected onto the wall, like an unfinished ink painting.
