Luojia glanced at An Su and then turned her face away, still angry. The hue of the sunset smeared across her fair profile as she muttered:
—"Because I've imagined many scenarios with you in my heart."
"Annoying Mr. An Su."
A vigorous retort, a vigorous retort!
What kind of supreme master is this again, what kind of master indeed?
An Su's eyebrows twitched again as he calmly continued his offensive, unguarded, "So usually, you just think about how to argue with me in your mind. Do you really hate me that much?"
"I didn't just imagine arguing with you." The Little Saintess said angrily, emphasizing the word "just," "That was just a very small part."
"What else?" An Su pressed on.
"In the past, I've imagined many things in my heart," Luojia said, seated on the bed with her back to An Su, the blinds filtering the shimmering sunlight, casting the shadows of sycamore trees on the side of her hanging face, her tone somewhat low, "Not just arguments."
