"Lin Beichen, could you slow down a bit? I'm barely keeping up with you," Xia Luyao couldn't help but complain.
Lin Beichen turned his head, glanced at her, and replied with a smile, "I didn't ask you to follow me. If you can't keep up, then don't."
"You..." Xia Luyao was momentarily at a loss for words, feeling that Lin Beichen's words sounded a bit strange.
"What's wrong with me?" Lin Beichen asked, puzzled, looking at her.
"Nothing," Xia Luyao replied in a low voice, pursing her lips.
"Alright, let's go. We're almost there," Lin Beichen said without thinking much, turning around to continue forward.
Xia Luyao watched Lin Beichen's back, inwardly cursing "bastard," wondering why he couldn't wait for her just a little bit.
