Her soft and shallow words trailed off, their echoes dissipating in the air.
Li Yuntang's lips, thin as a line, tightened while his gaze, comprising seventy percent inquiry and thirty percent darkness, fell on her. His tone carried a hint of amusement, "Xiaye, are you rejecting me?"
Their relationship, after all, was nothing more than a one-night fate, and even that had arisen from an unavoidable situation...
Since there was no mutual affection to begin with, how could one even speak of rejection?
Yan Xiaye did not raise her head, quietly avoiding his gaze.
She didn't know how to respond, nor did she understand the purpose behind Li Yuntang's question, so she chose to remain silent.
Knowing well the huge disparity between herself and Miss Yin Mo, she was particularly unwilling to humble herself.
Li Yuntang observed her unassertive and bland reaction, feeling a flicker of capricious anger in his heart, he started gravely, "You..."