C880 He Was Almost Violated

Almost violated.

In the coffee shop, Zhuang Nuannuan stirred the coffee in her cup. It was around four o'clock in the afternoon outside the window. The sunlight shone through the French windows, reflecting a warm luster.

Zhuang Nuannuan raised her head to look at the man opposite her. He was dressed in a white shirt. He was clean and gentlemanly