"If not, then why are you trying to seduce me?" Leng Youchen folded the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket, his voice low, carrying a lazy hoarseness.
Wei Anning turned abruptly to glare at him, "When did I ever try to seduce you? Don't talk nonsense!"
"On the plane that day, didn't you take advantage of me being asleep to kiss me passionately? I remember it being even more intense than today when I kissed you. Have you forgotten?" Leng Youchen raised an eyebrow at her, his voice cheerful, seemingly in a very good mood.
Wei Anning was half-dead with anger, yet she had no words to retort. Indeed, that day she had kissed him impulsively, thinking he was asleep. Did he pretend all this time?
This shameless man!
"Remember now?" Leng Youchen had been bluffing, but seeing her discomfort, he knew he wasn't dreaming that day; she really had kissed him. His voice grew even more pleased, "I was merely reciprocating."
