There was nothing but water in Xia Yuxun's shoes, she slipped as she ran and couldn't speed up, so not long after she took off, she was caught by Leng Sichen, who grabbed her arm.
Both of them were panting hard, neither spoke for a moment.
"Why didn't you let me know you were coming?" Leng Sichen asked. His tone was so calm it was as if nothing had happened.
Xia Yuxun lowered her head and said nothing.
Leng Sichen's rational mind told him he hadn't done anything wrong, yet he still felt a twinge of guilt, especially when she'd just run into him—he'd actually felt guilty. He forced down these emotions that shouldn't have surfaced, his tone carrying a hint of placation. "Have you eaten?"
The calmer he was, the more uncontrollably furious she felt. She lifted her head, her little face full of grievance and anger. "Why?"
