"This ..." Tianxin couldn't help but wipe the sweat off her forehead, tentatively saying, "Actually about this thing...it's a long story...but you have to believe me, there's really nothing between me and Su Yue..."
"I know that…" Chen Yiran's voice unaffectedly drilled into Tianxin's ears. He slowly rose from the sofa, walked towards Tianxin, extended his slender white hand, gently hooked Tianxin's cunning chin, and asked, in an undertone, "What I care about is...why didn't you tell me...?"
"I...I feared you'd misunderstand..." Tianxin looked at Chen Yiran's handsome face draw close abruptly. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva while answering in a weak voice.
"Misunderstand what??" Chen Yiran slightly squinted his eyes, his voice dangerously questioning her.
"That's... um..." Tianxin carefully observed him; her watery eyes blinked, and she stuttered, "I feel like you aren't very happy every time you see Su Yue. I was afraid you'd get angry, so I didn't tell you..."
