"Do you think I look happy right now?" Leng Sichen sat in his wheelchair, and although he was looking up at her, he still managed to give off the feeling of looking down on her with disdain.
Did that mean she shouldn't see him anymore?
She had predicted this would be the outcome, but she still couldn't accept it. What was the point of obediently following him around like a fool all day long?
Xia Yuxun's thoughts made her feel worse. She hung her head low, her face obscured in the shadows, unclear, with only her hands visible at her side, clenched into fists...
The very next second, her body trembling, she lifted her head and rushed to Leng Sichen, grabbing his collar with one hand and pressing her other hand on his belt. In the midst of his slight surprise, she yanked his collar toward herself and then crashed her lips onto his...
At the same time, the hand that was placed on his belt clumsily moved, trying to unbuckle it.
