"Sorry…" just as she started to speak
"What are you afraid of."
Zhuang Xuejun was just opening her mouth when Han Luoqi interrupted.
She was momentarily stunned, then smiled, "What do I have to be afraid of."
"You're afraid of falling for me."
Zhuang Xuejun laughed out loud, "Han Luoqi, aren't you a little too confident in yourself?"
"Do you dare say you don't feel anything for me?"
"No."
"Then why were you upset when you mistakenly thought I was with An Siwen?"
"I wasn't!" Zhuang Xuejun countered, too hastily, feeling a bit guilty.
Han Luoqi slanted his gaze at her with a playful smile.
That look made her somewhat flustered.
She averted her gaze, "Say what you want, anyway, I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Great, wherever you go, I'll follow."
"You…" Zhuang Xuejun was speechless, "Whatever you say."
She thought he couldn't possibly follow her!
Suddenly, she found the porridge unpalatable, tossed aside the spoon and stopped eating, stood up and walked out.
