Within her heart, a sudden, inexplicable palpitation arose.
"What's that expression? Sympathy? Ha!" Shangguan Xiu's large hand suddenly caressed An Xiaomian's face, as he laughed coldly.
An Xiaomian immediately snapped back to her senses, swatting away his hand, and irritably denied, "How is that possible? I could never feel sorry for you. Between the two of us, it's clear that you've hurt me more..."
Therefore, if he didn't feel sorry for her, how could she possibly feel sorry for him!
With these thoughts, An Xiaomian abruptly closed her eyes, annoyed and self-reproachful.
Damn it, why discuss matters of sympathy with him? They weren't a couple, after all; they were barely more than strangers.
Shangguan Xiu was genuinely drunk, and upon seeing her close her eyes, he suddenly lowered his head, and his thin lips lightly brushed against hers.
