"You mentioned it yourself before the collision," Shen Xinglan said irritably. How could he forget what he himself had said?
Huo Shiyan put his hand to his forehead and hissed with a chuckle, "I didn't finish what I was saying."
Shen Xinglan glared at him. True, he hadn't finished what he was saying then, but he hadn't continued either.
Suddenly, Huo Shiyan turned on the bedside lamp. Shen Xinglan didn't divert her gaze and was caught off guard.
"Xinglan, has my behavior during this time not been evident enough?"
Huo Shiyan looked at her helplessly. It was as if he might as well have 'Huo Shiyan loves Shen Xinglan' written on his forehead. How on earth could she not see it?
Was he too subtle, or was she not getting it?
"What behavior?" Shen Xinglan had fixed her gaze on him. If he didn't explain clearly how could she understand.
Huo Shiyan sighed deeply, moved close to her, his nose inching so close to her own.
