Instead of answering, Li Yue opened the door and glared at him "I've already told you, that's not going to happen."
"Why not?" He was leaning against the frame of her door, looking down on her as if she had just said something truly hurtful. This man is a natural actor, Li Yue thought inwardly.
"As I said—I'm not yet ready to die. I'm sure your teenage fans will grab every opportunity possible to strangle me."
"But they won't know."
"Then, why the hell would you like to have a girlfriend if you don't want them to know?"
For a second, she thought she spotted a turbulent emotion within his blank gaze. Was it anger? Or was it sorrow? It was too fast for her naked eyes to have a proper look at. "it's for my stepmother." He answered, his eyes were glued onto hers, scrutinizing deep into her irises.
