Today, Shen Lin wore a black trench coat, her figure particularly striking. She had black leather gloves on her hands, which she leaned on the door, making her small face appear even whiter.
The colors formed a stark contrast.
She met his gaze, looking into the deep, intense heat in his eyes. She took a deep breath, clenched her little fists, averted her gaze, and muttered softly:
"So petty, what kind of man is that?"
Even though she had scolded him wrongly and misunderstood him, he should have given her some time instead of trying to force her to apologize.
After all, she had hated him so deeply and for so long that it was difficult for her to change her feelings suddenly.
As her words fell, Shen Lin's eyes twitched slightly again.
He... was she saying he wasn't a man again?
Shen Lin couldn't help but look away, his chest heaving deeply. When he spoke again, he suddenly chuckled lightly and said:
