She Lives without Regret in This Life

Meng Fan stopped in front of Gu Yunbo. He was tall, with long limbs. He looked a bit lean, but beneath the clothes his body held astonishing strength.

”This is my new little sister, her name is Gu Yunbo. Yun Bo, this is our team leader, also the one who grew up with me since we were kids, his name is Meng Fan.” Ping Qing introduced.

Meng Fan looked down at her from above, a hint of amusement in his eyes. His handsome jade-like face, now that she was up close, didn’t even show a single pore.

Ping Qing was displeased. ”Leader, I’m begging you, don’t look at my sister like that.” Didn’t he know his gaze could hook a soul?

He had to have lost his mind—why would he introduce his sister to the leader? The one at home who got poisoned by him still hasn’t come to their senses! Hopefully this new sister won’t get poisoned too.

”Hello.” Meng Fan’s voice was low. Just when everyone thought he wouldn’t speak, he said, half-smiling, ”We’ve met before, last time in my family’s bathroom.”

”...”

”????”

Ping Qing’s eyes widened. Bathroom?

Gu Yunbo was caught off guard. Even with all her cool boldness, once she stood in front of him, it all fell apart.

Meng Fan was her fatal weakness, her heart demon, the calamity she could never escape from, in this life or the next.

”You... hello.” She realized she was so nervous she didn’t even know how to talk.

The tall, long-legged man suddenly bent down. His stunning, enticing face was less than a centimeter from hers, the bridge of his high nose almost able to touch her forehead.

The breath he exhaled carried a clean scent she knew all too well. That scent had long since sunk into the deepest part of her heart, so that for the next ten years, wherever she went she would subconsciously search for it.

But she never found it again.

Everyone around them stared with wide eyes, and even the people nearby who had been watching the show all turned to look over.

Ping Qing’s hands slowly clenched into fists, his peach-blossom eyes shimmering.

”You’re very afraid of me?” Meng Fan’s voice, cool and jade-like, sounded by her ear, tinged with teasing. ”Can you tell me why?” From his angle he could see the girl’s soft pink skin, her delicate nose bridge, and her curled lashes.

Sure enough, she looked much more pleasing up close. From far away she was too distant, too cold. It made him instinctively dislike it.

”I’m not afraid.” Gu Yunbo lowered her eyes and answered seriously, ”Not afraid at all.” What she feared was herself—afraid she couldn’t save him, afraid she was too useless to change his fate.

Meng Fan reached out. Gu Yunbo sensed his movement and instantly grabbed his wrist. She moved so fast that he frowned slightly; he’d known about her abilities before, but clearly he’d underestimated them.

”I don’t like people pinching my chin!” She lifted her head and declared proudly.

”...You’ve got a leaf in your hair.”

Gu Yunbo’s face flushed scarlet; she wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it.

”Can you let go of my hand now?”

”I’m sorry!” Flustered, she released him, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over his fingers—long and clean, each nail neatly trimmed.

And Gu Yunbo’s face turned even redder.

”Still just a little girl.” Meng Fan plucked the leaf from her hair, glanced at the approaching Bai Oulan, his expression unchanged.

”Meng Fan, my performance is over. Treat me to dinner!” Bai Oulan, full of possessiveness, clutched Meng Fan’s arm in one go, and flashed Gu Yunbo a sweet smile. Her fair skin, which she was so proud of, the moment she stood next to Meng Fan, was instantly reduced to trash.

Not that Bai Oulan’s skin wasn’t white, but its whiteness had no texture, no class.

One was a soft, rosy white; the other, the white of fine jade.