As Li Na brushed her palm, Lu Jianjun observed with growing resentment. It seemed he had difficulty discerning how to interact with her without it escalating into a problematic and hostile situation whenever she engaged in spiteful actions.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked with deadly calm. "Even holding hands isn't within your limits." His tone oozed with loathing, as if addressing someone with an intensely dogmatic attitude.
Stunned by the unpleasant accusation, Li Na halted in the middle, realizing that he had hastily judged her sudden actions. Uncertain of what exactly was happening, she attempted to sift through the confusion.
