I knew that an intern in the department next door had a fancy for me.

That day, I bumped into him beside a coffee maker, and his face turned crimson red immediately.

It sounded incredible as I only touched him on the chest with my shoulder. All ended within less than one second, but he still blushed.

Ah, youth! So simple, so precious, falling for someone even doesn't take him a second.

I was not young anymore. 30-year-old, I was a manager with 18 subordinates around, and only benefits interested me now. Men? Sorry, not now. Even if this intern, tall and energetic, had sword-shaped eyebrows, star-like eyes, and lovely smiles. 

In fact, I was the one to blame.

Two months ago, I had a gathering with my college roommates. Four 30-year-old women drank and enjoyed the performance in the bar. Then, we played the True or Dare game that had been popular among us for more than ten years.

I lost the game. When Pan Pan asked about my annual salary, I chose Dare.

It was as impolite to ask an elite to leak his income as to ask a female celebrity to perform on stage without makeup. 

Pan Pan smiled at my choice and read out the task, "Find the most handsome man in the bar, hit on him, and get his contact information."

"Haha! No problem." I breathed a sigh of relief. It was much easier to hit on a handsome guy than to confess to a lead singer of the band performing on the stage. Pan Pan did have such an awful experience.

I looked around for the most handsome man in the bar and found my target.

Yes, it was Zhao Rui, the intern I mentioned above. Back then, he was sitting not far away with a few boys. I stared at him, and his friends noticed me. Laughing, those boys pushed Zhao Rui and told him to look at me.

When my eyes met those of Zhao Rui in the air, I smiled at him.

In the dim light of the bar, I saw that he blushed. He smiled back at me and lowered his head with embarrassment. 

Except for womanizers, the stare from the opposite sex would embarrass one. I knew that I had already got Zhao Rui mentally.

So, I walked over with a glass of wine and knocked on his table. "Hi, you are a student of S University, aren't you?"

Zhao Rui was wearing a shirt popular at S University. There was no logo of S University on it, but I could tell at a glance.

Zhao Rui smiled shyly, and his eyelashes looked long and thick under the light. He answered, "Yes. Are you?"

I reached out my right hand, "I am your alumna." 

Zhao Rui shook my hand gently. I still remembered that his fingers were very slender, and his palm was dry and warm. I didn't hate this feeling. 

Without a doubt, I befriended Zhao Rui on Internet. Without hesitation, I turned around and left though the group of little boys clamored behind me.

I know what they were thinking. When a woman took the initiative to get the contact information of a strange man in a bar, there must be stories coming behind.

Something did happen after that episode.

There was a corner in the corridor to the bathroom. Tipsy, I almost fell down there.

When I was staggering to keep my balance, a pair of hands grabbed my elbow and shoulder.

It was Zhao Rui.