Fu Shihan saw the change in her expression clearly, suspicion arising in his heart.
Is she angry with me? What did I do to provoke her?
These past few days, he had been on his best behavior, fearing that being too forward would scare her away. And yet, despite acting honestly for a few days, he still managed to offend her?
Fu Shihan couldn't help but give a wry smile, sitting down next to her and pulling her into a close observation with his head bowed.
Holding her so intimately as if they were in a good relationship, Su Wanxin was sure to struggle, expecting it, Fu Shihan went along as if playing a game with her. Only after a little play did he pin her down on the sofa and ask.
"What exactly are you mad about?"
He couldn't quite figure it out.
Was she upset that he had made her stay the night that evening? Or was it something else—had he failed to seek her out proactively these past few days?
"Let go of me first, then talk!"
"Little Crab."
