Ye Si glared at Xi Zhimo furiously. "What are you doing?"
Xi Zhimo's elegant brows furrowed slightly as he struggled internally for a while before saying, "You think my room is a place you can come and go as you please?"
"I didn't do it on purpose."
The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her meaningfully. "Really? You didn't do it on purpose?"
Ye Si struggled to shake off his hand, but the more she exerted force, the more tightly he held onto her. She said angrily, "What do you want?"
"I want to hug you."
Xi Zhimo practically revealed his true intention subconsciously.
Ye Si, on the other hand, found his response so ludicrous her ears almost exploded. Then she glared at Xi Zhimo as if he was a lunatic. "Are you out of your mind? "
In the face of Ye Si's icy and standoffish demeanor, the thumping in Xi Zhimo's racing heart was ruthlessly extinguished.
He released her hand and muttered, as if to himself, "I guess so."
