At this moment, Li San squinted at Nan Xin's expression, which was a mix of tolerance and grievance, feeling an unprecedented heaviness in his chest, his frustration crashing around inside him.
With his height advantage, he could even clearly see the corners of her pursed lips and the redness of her eyes.
Subconsciously, Li San placed his hand on his chest, gently rubbing it unconsciously, and his tone softened a bit, "Just teasing you, did you take it seriously?"
Nan Xin shook off his hand, disregarding the fallen invitation on the floor and turning to walk out, "Not funny at all."
Li San's Adam's apple moved, and in a few steps, he caught up and seized her wrist, pulling her back with a jerk.
Taken by surprise, Nan Xin stumbled backwards several steps, crashing into his embrace.
The man's intense scent hit her face, as familiar and refreshing as she remembered.
Nan Xin steadied herself and struggled to push him away, "What are you doing, let go."