Her heart felt even more aggrieved, her voice tentative:
"Are you angry?"
"Why would I be angry?" His voice was unpleasant and his face indifferent. He reached out with both hands, intending to pry her arms from around his waist, "Let go, I don't want to talk to you now. If you want to leave, then leave. I will not stop you."
Chenxing, pushed away, stood in front of him, looking at him innocently.
His eyes became sharper, radiating a coldness towards her.
He is obviously angry but won't admit it, Chenxing secretly thought to herself. Okay, I'll back off a step first. If someone is wearing such a taut expression, it's as if unless I take a step back, he'll leave immediately.
Chenxing pursed her lips: "I just want your approval, not to be demeaned by you."
"I never thought about leaving. Aren't we in love?"
