Even though Xu Wanwan only said two words, Li Jingran miraculously felt that Xu Wanwan’s mood had become worse.
Thinking of this, Li Jingran looked at Xu Wanwan again.
“What’s wrong? Wanwan, did something happen?”
“No.”
Hearing Xu Wanwan’s short answer, which did not have the slightest hint of emotional bullying, Li Jingran nodded silently and then answered in his heart.
That meant there was one.
Li Jingran indeed did not understand women, but to a certain extent, he understood Xu Wanwan better.
He knew what the emotions that Xu Wanwan displayed sometimes represented. It seemed like it, but it was not. Perhaps women were like that.
“Wanwan, my hand hurts,”Li Jingran imitated the way he acted a few days ago and said coquettishly.
“OH.”Xu Wanwan was still expressionless and looked very cold. “There’s nothing wrong with your left hand.”
“But I’m not used to it,”Li Jingran continued.
