"Wen Heng, stop pretending. If you're not tired, I am tired for you," Nan Yan's indifferent tone tore through Nolan's facade like ripping off a fig leaf.
Sure enough, once Nolan realized she wasn't buying into his act, he abandoned his pitiful expression and leisurely sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze sinister yet sickly as he looked at her.
"Junior Sister, this is getting boring," he remarked. "I have been sincere to you, how could you be so indifferent and heartless to me?"
Nan Yan lifted her hand and silently rubbed her arms a few times. His words had given her goosebumps.
After releasing her grip, Nan Yan calmly stated, "I haven't seen your sincerity."
Nolan lightly tapped his chin with his fingertip and asked softly, "How do you want me to show it?"
"Give me the antidote," Nan Yan looked at him, her tone calm. "This is your territory, and it's underground. Without your permission, I can't leave."
