In the garden.
Qiao Ruoxin looked at the movie screen hanging in midair, which was playing her favorite film, Spirited Away, but she couldn't focus on it for even a second.
Her gaze kept irresistibly drifting to the side.
Damn!
This jerk of a man was actually sitting so far away from her.
Why not just sit inside the villa for that matter!
Mo Chen leaned on the sofa, his right arm propped on the armrest, his slender fingers supporting his arrogant chin.
"Why are you looking at me instead of watching the movie?" he said.
During his words, his glance shot towards Qiao Ruoxin.
She said, somewhat sullen, "Do you have to sit so far away from me? Do you dislike me now?"
"No."
The man spoke again in a casual tone, "I'm not feeling well."
"..."
Qiao Ruoxin couldn't say anything more and watched the movie with resentment—of course, she couldn't focus on it for a second.
