Si Ye turned to his side and tapped her forehead with a long, elegant finger. He was both speechless and amused. "That was annoyance! Disgust! If she weren't female, I would've hit her long ago!"
"So you really dislike Bai Wan?" Sang Luo's eyes sparkled as she looked at him.
For some reason, Si Ye felt a surge of delight. "I don't!" he declared, his tone firm and decisive.
Her lively, alluring dark eyes seemed to peer into the very depths of his. "I don't believe you. Tell me the truth. You two almost got married five years ago. How could you possibly not have feelings for her?"
"..." Si Ye was struck speechless for a moment. "She was my fiancée in an arranged marriage, after all. When we were young, perhaps I had some vague, positive feelings for her. I don't really remember. But it was definitely a far cry from actually liking her."
