"Oh?"
"I'm just angry."
"En, when can you calm down?"
The drunk woman turned her head arrogantly. "I don't know. Anyway, it hasn't disappeared."
Li Nanheng smiled and raised his hand to touch her fair and clean face. "You've been angry for long enough. At that time, I just wanted to solve the problem as soon as possible. I didn't expect that I would hurt you so badly in such a short time. I also blame myself, but didn't I come out with you now?"
Feng Ling ignored him.
Li Nanheng still touched her face. "Tell me, what can I do to appease your anger?"
Feng Ling stood there unmoving, but her head was slightly lowered. No one knew what she was thinking.
Looking at her serious look, Li Nanheng rubbed her chin and stood in front of her, blocking her way. He found it funny.
