The bedroom curtains were drawn, dimming the light inside. Leng Youchen entered and reached out to turn on the light switch. Anning Wei, sitting on the sofa, squinted as the sudden brightness stung her eyes. Seeing the man gliding towards her in his wheelchair, she hummed dismissively and turned her body away, ignoring him.
Leng Youchen stopped in front of her, and seeing her like this, he knew she was angry about his refusal of her kiss that afternoon.
He reached out to turn her body towards him, his gaze intense as he stared at her, "Are you angry?"
The question only made her feel more aggrieved, as her eyes reddened, and she turned her head to the side, refusing to look at him.
Watching her like this, Leng Youchen felt a twinge of guilt, "My dear, I really had an urgent document to deal with. Don't be angry, okay?"
Anning's little face was stubborn, her eyes growing redder, and in a pained tone she asked, "Leng Youchen, do I no longer attract you?"
