Gu Nanqiao's eyebrows knitted slightly, her annoyance congealing in a way that couldn't be smoothed out.
"You were fine this morning, but now you've suddenly turned cold," he said with a light chuckle, "not even saying a word, isn't that a sign of a bad mood?"
"Not at all." She was still in denial, utterly oblivious to the fact that she was giving herself away, "I'm not angry."
He knew whether she was or not and couldn't be bothered to argue with her about it.
Huo Jingting reached out his hand and grasped her wrist before his fingers slid down and interlocked tightly with hers.
"Is it because of the photo that appeared online?" he pierced right through her thoughts, "and then you wondered if I'd ever lied to you?"
Gu Nanqiao's brows furrowed deeply; she didn't want to admit it, but she had to.
He had hit the nail on the head.
All her negative emotions today seemed to stem from that one thing.
