Ou Yimo was momentarily stunned; her body staggered before she finally steadied herself. Her palm felt empty where the invitation had been, as if trying to grasp something but unable to hold onto anything.
"...you always like to contradict me anyway, I've gotten used to it." Ou Yimo glanced at Zhan Nanjue, remembering how rough his movements had been just now, filled with grievance.
So, she added, "With your attitude, no woman will ever like you in this lifetime! It's only because I'm good-natured that I still talk to you, yet you still..."
Zhan Nanjue coldly interrupted her, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I already have a girlfriend!"
Ou Yimo's voice caught in her throat. After a long time, she looked at him with a complex expression and regained her voice.
"You... have a girlfriend? When did this happen? How did I not know?"
Zhan Nanjue replied indifferently, "You already have a fiancé, can't I have a girlfriend?"
"I was just worried about you."
