林薇的手顿在半空，后背靠墙，出租屋狭小的空间里，她感觉自己像被按住了尾巴的猫，透不过气。这双皮鞋……她好像在哪见过。 Luxurious leather, polished to a mirror shine, the kind that cost a small fortune. And the owner? He was the one who made her stomach clench every time he walked into the room at the company last month.

厉司寒。

The name popped into her mind instantly, followed by a wave of weariness and annoyance. Why the hell was he here, at her dump, at this goddamn hour?

"Need something, Miss Lin?" His voice was low, smooth as silk, but held an unmistakable edge of provocation. Like he knew damn well what she was doing. Trying to get away from him.

林薇深吸一口气，压下心头的火气。今晚的咖啡是凉的，她确实想去趟洗手间。至于他……她才懒得在这个时候跟他置气。“没，没事。”她侧身，想从他身边绕过去，却被他一只骨节分明的手按住了腰侧。

“这么急？”厉司寒冷笑一声，语气带着戏谑，“忘了告诉我，昨晚的‘惊喜’，是你安排的？”

林薇猛地回头，撞进他深邃的眼眸里。那双眼睛里像是淬了冰，此刻正幽幽地 nhìn着她，带着审视和……一丝不易察觉的受伤？她脑子嗡的一声，昨晚？她什么时候安排什么惊喜了？这不是她干的啊！

“厉总，你胡说什么呢？”她下意识反驳，声音却不自觉地放软了些。糟糕！这是她的老毛病，一遇到他，就容易软。

“哦？”厉司寒的声音 suddenly 温和下来，伸手拨了拨她额前垂落的碎发，“看来我的误会，需要澄清一下。