"When were you my source of joy?" Yan Ye was very puzzled by this, "I only remember since knowing you, you've been making me angry."
How could she have the nerve to call herself a source of joy?
Yan Ye's retort made Lian Xinying feel deflated.
Is it possible to be more demoralizing?
"Then how come you haven't been angered to death by me? Doesn't that prove you were lying just now!" Lian Xinying felt she was happy every day since being with him.
"No, I wasn't lying," Yan Ye insisted, "it's just that your irritating skills aren't deep enough." So, you haven't angered me to death.
This remark wasn't unreasonable.
Lian Xinying was almost passingly angry.
Just because of Yan Ye's words, Lian Xinying laid directly on the bed, like a corpse.
Seeing her like this, Yan Ye simply turned off the light.
Once the light was off, Lian Xinying's anger dissipated as well.
