"What... what are you staring at? Never seen a beauty before?" Shen Jingrou glared back at him, annoyed and embarrassed.
"So, tell me, how did you two meet?" Lin Yue crossed his legs, looking at her lazily.
It seemed like she couldn't avoid this topic, could she? Shen Jingrou felt a sense of helplessness.
After some thinking, she said in a calm voice, "He's my friend."
"Friend?" Lin Yue slowly savored the word, his tone full of mockery, "A friend like us or something else?"
"Lin Yue, what exactly are you trying to say?" Shen Jingrou's patience was pushed by his malicious words, and she stood up, looking at him with dissatisfaction.
"Heh..." Lin Yue looked at her in a flustered state, his expression turned cold, "I haven't even said anything yet, and you're already anxious? You're feeling guilty, aren't you?"
Lin Yue's casual demeanor vanished, his entire face becoming slightly frigid.
