Leng Youchen looked at her expression of shame and indignation, as if wishing she could die on the spot, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Under the soft yellow light, her face was tinged with a blush, and her eyelashes trembled, casting faint shadows at the corners of her eyes.
The more embarrassed she became, the more he wanted to tease her.
He rolled his wheelchair over, pressing his legs against her delicate, slender ones, and held his arm in front of her eyes, curling his lips in a mischievous grin, accusing her of abuse, "See that? You're too rough, you've hurt me."
"..." Wei Anning's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she looked at the evidence she had left behind. She stuttered, "It was you who started it first..."
"So you're denying it?" Leng Youchen raised an eyebrow, his eyes expressing a hint of hurt but still trying to maintain a sense of grievance, "I knew it, women are heartless, after they have their fun..."
