Meng Xi'er thought, this man really has a thick skin.
A hint of disgust flashed in her eyes. Without looking at Lu Yebai, she turned her head and prepared to get up. Lu Yebai saw the hatred in her eyes. He reached out, grabbed her shoulder, and pressed her back onto the couch.
Lu Yebai had been thinking about her all day. It had been difficult to find time to meet her and he could hardly restrain his own feelings. But when he saw her indifference, his affection receded like a tide struck by a cold snap, swiftly disappearing, leaving in its wake a melancholy mood.
Now he knew what it felt like when Meng Xi'er had pursued him: Restlessly tossing and turning, full of unrequited love. However, he wondered if his feelings for her were even a fraction as intense as hers were for him back then?
