The two of them were extremely close, so close their breaths intertwined.
Huo Shen looked at the misty fog in Lin Anning's eyes and listened to her aggrieved tone, feeling a twinge in his heart.
His arms tightened around her a few degrees more.
"Who told you something? Don't I like you?"
Lin Anning shook her head and sniffled.
"No, I saw it for myself."
"You see me with Huo Wenchang, and you don't seem to react at all."
"But when I see you with Su Jiaojiao, I almost die of anger."
So that was the issue, Huo Shen chuckled to himself.
"How do you know I'm not angry? Isn't that because I'm afraid of bothering you?"
He slightly pulled away and fondly touched Lin Anning's burning little face, sighing softly.
"I'm afraid you'll regret being with me and that overstepping would annoy you."
"Back when Wenchang said you liked him, I asked you, and you told me you hated me and never wanted to see me again."
