Under Zhan Jia 'er's gaze, li junyu finally finished the red wine with a' zilch 'in it.
Zhan Jia 'er, who was sitting beside the man, stretched out her hand and gently tugged on his sleeve.
Li junyu turned to look at her. There was no warmth in his cold, dark eyes.
"Is there something?" The man's voice was cold as usual. He moved his hand away without a trace, avoiding Zhan Jia 'er's intimacy.
His attitude was as cold as ever, exactly the same as the estrangement he had these days.
It was obvious that just drinking the 'seed Gu' was not enough.
Seeing this, Zhan Jia 'er did not get angry. Her lips curled up as she said softly, " "Nothing, I just wanted to call you."
Li junyu's dark eyebrows were cold and sharp. He glanced at her and then looked away.
Faced with li junyu's cold treatment, Zhan Jia 'er reached out her slender fingers and pinched the bottom of the glass.
