Su Weifeng felt a light poke on his arm and turned his head to look at Lin Xuanxuan.
Lin Xuanxuan was pouting, her face expressing a hint of grievance.
"What's the matter with you?"
Lin Xuanxuan huffed and said, "I'm angry."
"You're angry? What have I done to you?" Su Weifeng was a bit baffled.
Lin Xuanxuan suddenly pinched Su Weifeng's arm hard and said angrily, "You... Now I'm even angrier."
Su Weifeng, feeling quite troubled, said, "This... Why are you angry? Can you talk to me about it, please?"
Lin Xuanxuan, biting her lip, said, "Hmph, am I not as attractive to you as that Zhou Xiaoshu?"
"Of course not," he replied. "I clearly know that at that time, it was just a man's instinct. I never really liked Zhou Xiaoshu; there wasn't even a hint that I had entered that state of mind."
The annoyance on Lin Xuanxuan's face eased quite a bit as she said, "Then why don't you feel any impulse towards me? Just now, when you were holding me, you didn't make any further moves."
