With anger rushing in her veins, she sauntered to the car that just bashed her car, but before she could get there, a guy dressed in a black trouser and a red button down Polo fitted his body perfectly, with the two up buttons opened, revealing his hairless masculine chest, his thick black soft hair curled on his forehead, covering one of his brown eyes, his pink lips was wet from whatever he did with it. She stopped to recall where she had met the guy before, but it seems that luck wasn't on her side, as she found her brain dumb and couldn't recollect his face, but anyway, not...