"I'm very pleased!" His eyes flashed, the corners of his lips barely curving, emanating a restless arc, "This means you haven't rejected me!"
Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, Weilan's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, filled with grievances as she accused, "Lu Hechen, do you even have a conscience? I've already helped you, what more do you want? You took advantage of me without any clarity, what more do you want?"
With just a sentence, Lu Hechen's anger deflated like air leaking out of a balloon, gone!
He looked at Weilan, seeing the misty moisture billowing in her eyes.
His gaze tightened.
After a long silence, he lowered his head and buried it in Weilan's neck.
Weilan continued to accuse, "What right do you have to be so cold to me, to flirt and to use me? I agreed to help you, and you still act like this, with veiled sarcasm. Do you really think you're dead?"
"Haha!" Lu Hechen suddenly laughed.
Weilan was puzzled by his laughter.
