Jiang Yuxi's POV
I glance at my phone.
Then again.
And again.
Waiting.
For a text, a call—anything.
A part of me hates that I care. That I'm even thinking about her like this.
But the other part?
The other part replays every touch, every whisper, every time Han Li ruined me and then walked away like nothing happened.
I understand now.
I understand why so many women become obsessed with her.
But I'm different.
I tell myself that over and over.
I don't know what I want from Han Li, but one thing is certain—she's not getting it from anyone else.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
I inhale sharply, pushing away the thought, forcing my focus back to reality.
> "Miss Jiang."
A voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
Right. Work.
