His body gradually moved closer, almost about to lean over her.
An Ruoxi shifted sideways, complaining, "It wasn't me who got the Old Master to say it, so why should I think of a reason?"
"Why? Because of you, we can't get the certificate."
Wei Yu leaned in and whispered by her ear; his breath swept across her earlobe and neck, ticklish and highly suggestive.
An Ruoxi's heart hung in suspense, almost leaping out, and the next moment, Wei Yu abruptly turned and strode towards the window.
Suddenly freed from danger, she took a long breath, her tense heart gradually easing. Faced with his unreasonable accusation, she remained defiant; it wasn't her fault.
"Thinking of a reason isn't impossible."
Like a snail, An Ruoxi crept closer, stopping two meters from him and, after a while, slowly spoke.
"What reason?"
"...Uh." She hesitated, unsure whether to speak.
"Speak."
