Han Luoli's voice was calm and waveless, but very cold. In the mild May weather, he doused Su Jiaxuan with a splash of cold water.
"My woman doesn't need someone else to explain for her." That heartless and icy reminder told him of his place.
Su Jiaxuan was extremely embarrassed, his face pale and frowning tightly, a sign of dissatisfaction with this arrogant and petty man. His fists, hidden under his shirt, clenched until his knuckles turned white.
He simply stood there, under high pressure, unafraid to meet Han Luoli's gaze.
"Since you admit she's your woman, you should trust her." Clearly, Xiao Er trusted him so much, she spoke well of him, but if this man got angry at Xiao Er over such a trivial matter, he absolutely wouldn't stand for it.
"I never said I didn't trust her." Han Luoli let go of Gu Xiaoer, his long fingers forcefully placing the ticket on the table, his gaze frightfully chilly. Finally, his fingers tapped the table, emitting a muffled "thud," and he spoke with cold solemnity, "But I don't trust you."
At the outdoor table of the cold drink shop, two men stood in confrontation. Their gazes clashed, sharp and full of jealousy upon seeing their rival.
At this moment, Gu Xiaoer was at the peak of embarrassment. On one side was her boyfriend, on the other a friend. She couldn't understand why suddenly, things had gotten so tense over something so insignificantly small—just explaining it would do, why make it so tense.
But what she didn't understand was that this was a way for men to duel.
"Han Luoli, let's just go..." She placed her hand in Han Luoli's half-grasped palm, fingers interlocking, and she gently squeezed his. Her heart raced with fear that the situation would worsen.
Han Luoli tilted his head slightly, his large palm tightening, fingers interweaving, "Why leave? It's not us who should be going."
Gu Xiaoer's fingers hurt, and she groaned silently. Hearing his words, her expression turned unsightly, "Han Luoli, don't be like this, I can explain."
He made it very awkward for her, when the situation could have been avoided.
"Xiao Er, I don't need your explanation. Because some people simply don't qualify to be my opponents." Han Luoli, with a mixture of ruthlessness and coldness, unleashed all of the chilly pressure on the confronting man opposite him.
Su Jiaxuan tried to maintain his composure, but he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he could collapse at any moment.
"Han Luoli!" Gu Xiaoer exclaimed, stopping him from saying even worse things. Her eyebrows knitted tightly, she looked at the pale-faced Su Jiaxuan: "Senior, thank you for your kindness. Rather than my own happiness, I care more about my boyfriend being happy. Goodbye, let's not stay in touch anymore."
After speaking, she hurriedly left with Han Luoli.
Han Luoli's eyebrows rose imperceptibly, as he turned his head to the side, his gaze briefly sweeping over a now soulless Su Jiaxuan, the corners of his mouth curving up coldly.
Having left the crowded street, she dragged Han Luoli for kilometers, until the cold drink shop was no longer in sight.
At the street corner, she let go of the man's hand with a fierce movement, continuing on huffily by herself.
"Xiao Er!" Han Luoli quickly caught up to her but hadn't touched her arm when the girl increased her pace and dashed forward.
Right now, she was feeling very stifled and angry—at herself for not decisively refusing earlier, and at Han Luoli for his graceless behavior. Perhaps, in Han Luoli's eyes, she shouldn't have any interactions with other men at all.
But this situation put a lot of pressure on her; she didn't know what to do. She was going to be a member of society after all, not dealing with men was completely impossible. If it was going to be like this every time, their relationship would be like sugarcane, chewed until only the dregs remained.