Wen Zhqing had to admit, all this time he had underestimated this Li Juan. He had thought she was just an ordinary-looking, ordinary-everything kind of girl, but he hadn't expected her to hide so deeply, to even see through some of his true nature.
Li Juan didn't seem to expect Wen Zhqing to respond right away.
As if, after saying her piece of confession, she plucked up her courage and reached out to touch Wen Zhqing's hand.
Seeing that Wen Zhqing just pressed his lips together but didn't refuse, her face lit up even more joyfully.
The touch lasted only a moment. Very soon, she turned and went back inside.
Wen Zhqing watched her retreating figure, his gaze gradually darkening.
Back in his room, Wen Zhqing picked up a towel and carefully wiped the hand Li Juan had just touched, his eyes turning icy cold, a sneer tugging at the corner of his lips.
What kind of stray cat or dog thinks they're the same as him? Ridiculous.
