Yan Luoxi stepped back in shock, her heel hitting the door with a sound, and from inside, Lu Zhaoran's puzzled voice came through, "Is that Luoluo? I just knew you couldn't bear to leave me, hiding outside and secretly watching me."
At those words, Yan Luoxi felt the air around her freeze.
Li Yeqi stepped forward, instantly closing the distance between them.
He kept his hands in his pockets, but his slight lean put a lot of pressure on her.
Yan Luoxi raised her hand to rest it on his burning chest, her cheeks flaming red, she berated him in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
Li Yeqi looked down at her with deep and unfathomable eyes, "I'd like to ask you the same thing, still harboring feelings for him, huh?"
Footsteps came from behind the door; Lu Zhaoran was getting out of bed.
The footsteps, growing nearer, felt as though they tread on her nerves, and she glared at him, "You want to argue, right? Then let's find another place to argue, and don't let others laugh at us."
