"Still angry?"
Zhan Hanjue hugged Ningwan, his lips lightly brushing against her brow as he asked in a low voice.
Ningwan sneered, "You're overthinking it. I'm not angry. Why would I be angry? Weren't you the one who got angry first?"
Yes, he was the one who got angry first, and he was the one who cared.
She wasn't angry because she didn't care.
How ridiculous of him to expect her to be angry?
"I'm not angry anymore, I forgive you." Zhan Hanjue said, seemingly magnanimous.
Ningwan raised an eyebrow.
You think you can forgive just like that?
Am I a little dog?
To be summoned and dismissed at will.
"Fine, you're not angry, but let go of me first. I've booked this room with Taotao for tonight, two girls, it's not convenient to keep you here." Ningwan pushed him away, stood up, and stepped back.
Her obvious rejection made Zhan Hanjue frown.
"I think she can stay in the room across the hall." Zhan Hanjue continued to persuade.
