Lu Fengxuan didn't have the courage to admit that her mind was filled with indecent thoughts, which is why she had such an exaggerated reaction.
She could only awkwardly change the subject.
When she reached out to grab Yu Chiyin's hand, he dodged it, and only then did she notice that his complexion was off.
"What's wrong?" Lu Fengxuan asked.
Thinking he was angry because she wouldn't let him look at her knee, she frowned, made a pained expression, and then lifted her skirt.
"It does hurt a bit where I bumped it, it might bruise, Brother Ayin, you should still take a look," she said.
This time, she was cleverer, knowing to put on a pitiful face, knowing how to tug at his heartstrings.
Yu Chiyin's heart was sent into turmoil by her; he was angry at first, but as soon as she softened her attitude, his anger dissipated in an instant.
Pathetically so.
Seeing that he wasn't speaking, but only staring at her with his eyes, she deliberately glanced at her own knee.
