Wei Luan stood there in a daze for a long time before he stammered, "I didn't mean that… I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Hit me if you want to."
Wei Luan was a man who did not know how to talk, and he did not know how to coax a girl. After he finished speaking, as if he was afraid that Lin Yi would not believe him, he grabbed Lin Yi's hand and pressed it against his face. "Go ahead!"
The man held Lin Yi's small hand. The man's palm was wide and warm, with a thin layer of calluses. It rubbed against the back of her hand, making her feel itchy.
Lin Yi's heartbeat quickened, and she retracted her hand in embarrassment. "You pervert!"
Wei Luan was even more confused. Why did she call him a pervert?
"You really don't despise me? Are you really not worried that I'll embarrass you?" Lin Yi looked at Wei Luan's sincere attitude and felt that she might have guessed wrongly.
