"When did I push you to her?" Qianmo appeared calm and refused to admit it.
Humph. He no longer wanted to talk to this heartless woman.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she was. She did not care about him at all. But even if she had no feelings for him, when another woman came, she would not deliberately try to disgust him.
"I was making a diagnosis to see your reaction to other women."
She wanted to know whether his phobia was directed only at her or the opposite sex in general.
"Really?" Doubtfully, he turned to look at her, trying to obtain some clues from her expression.
Qianmo fed the cooled down chicken broth to his mouth. Thinking about how fiercely he had chided Zhen Ni, she let out a chuckle.
It was intentional, after all! Black pridefully turned his head away, refusing to drink the soup. His goddess had broken his heart, and he had a bottom line!
