That terrifying and cold-blooded gaze was even more frightening than his usual high-cold indifference that suggested nothing mattered to him.
"Then you should have picked a place with no one around," she deliberately used a relaxed tone, "Are you dumb? Fighting in front of reporters, are you fifteen or sixteen years old?"
He turned his face to her, his hands encircling her slender waist, pressing her against the street's iron railing, and looked down as he spoke, "Dumb, but I'm willingly so."
Lu Wanwan didn't speak, allowing him to hold her.
His head resting on her shoulder, his eyes gazing into the distance.
In the past, he'd never say these things, but only express himself through actions.
It made her even start to wonder, did he only like that one thing?
Was it because they had never taken that step that he didn't like her initially?
Her mind was in chaos, and she felt a headache coming on.
