At the next moment, she felt someone gently holding her. Shen Zhaoli's voice was tender and patient as he said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you."
Wen Jiao knew, he was there for anything.
This was the confidence she now had to show her vulnerability and helplessness.
She let Shen Zhaoli hold her for a long while before speaking again, her voice hoarse and choked, "I'm really not a good person."
"Hmm," Shen Zhaoli said, "You are a blockhead."
Wen Jiao stiffened and raised her misty eyes to look at him, discontentedly saying, "What blockhead! Shen Zhaoli, your mouth is so mean!"
Shen Zhaoli just watched the vivid expressions of Wen Jiao as she indignantly cursed him.
His heart eased slightly, and his smile became playful and careless, "Oh, your skill of turning against someone has improved even more than before."
