She shrank her head, not daring to look at Ji Yanchen anymore, and for a while didn't know how to respond to him.
"Sleep," said Ji Yanchen, who didn't seem to expect a response from her either.
Ye Li was quiet for a while, then lifted her head to glance at Ji Yanchen. The man had closed his eyes, as if he had fallen sleep. But Ye Li knew he hadn't fallen asleep.
"Ji Yanchen."
"Hmm?"
His deep tone made Ye Li's heart tremble, resisting the temptation she spoke, "I don't like you."
She lusted after Ji Yanchen's handsome features and physique, relied on his gentleness, but none of these were love.
Ji Yanchen didn't open his eyes, just moved his thin lips slightly, "You have poor taste."
Ye Li: "??"
Feeling suffocated, she puffed out her cheeks and then started poking his arm again, "Then tell me, when did you start liking me? Was it all of a sudden one day you realized your wife was both beautiful and considerate, and then your heart skipped a beat?"
