Of course, Fang Zhihan noticed her silence.
After they arrived home, Yu Gangan wanted to quietly return to her room to sleep, but the man suddenly grabbed onto her arm, "Why aren't you talking?"
When the two were together, most of the time, she did the talking and he did the listening.
Now that she was silent, the atmosphere between the two was particularly cold.
"What is there to talk about?"
Yu Gangan's heart was a little sour. She didn't want to say anything. She was worried she'd lose her temper if she was thrown into a bad mood.
"Keep talking about the movie..." Fang Zhihan stared at her without letting go of her hand.
"No, there's nothing to talk about," Yu Gangan controlled her emotions and let go. "Besides, I'm sleepy."
Fang Zhihan's lips curved upwards slightly. He looked at her deeply and suddenly let out a casual, "Oh," before he asked, "Are you jealous?"
