Zijin's kiss didn't last long, but these words escaped from Yinuo's lips right after.
"Boom," Yinuo's mind exploded.
"I didn't." She denied flatly.
"Didn't? I don't believe your lies; I only believe what I see. Yan Yinuo, you took the notebook away for a month, but in the end couldn't resist looking inside. What does that prove?" Zijin chuckled softly.
His smile was exceptionally handsome, more than enough to charm anyone.
But compared to Yinuo's whole body's tension, that smile was the starkest contrast.
"Yan Yinuo, silence can't escape everything. You care if I'm with other women, you got angry on the last page, you even rejected John's proposal. What do these mean?"
Zijin was addicted, throwing question after question at her.
Meanwhile, he was full of smiles, confident.
Yinuo despised his expression and didn't want to look at his face.
But Zijin didn't let her go. He leaned forward, stopping less than a centimeter away from Yinuo's face.
