Rong Yixuan looked at her carefully thinking that after hearing his heartfelt confession, she might be a little moved towards him but all he could observe was disappointment and disdain on her face.
What's wrong?
Why isn't she moved by his confession?
Did he say a little less?
Just when he was wondering why she was looking at him with disdain, he heard a sneer.
"What an audacity! The pot is calling the kettle black." she sneered at him.
"What pot? What kettle?" he asked softly, puzzled by her words.
"You are the pot! Your whole family is the pot!" she glared at him.
"Huh?"
"You are the one who stole my first kiss. You are the one who stole my precious baby dagger. Now, you have the guts to call me a thief." she snorted. "What did I steal from you?" she asked.
Hearing her question, Rong Yixuan shook his head at her cute naiveness. Pinching her dainty little nose, he chuckled, "Sweetheart, you got me wrong. I meant to say that you stole my heart."
Su Yanruo: "..."
