Zhang Lingying was stunned, staring blankly at him, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.
Lu Jing reached out to grab her shoulder, lowering his eyes to stare at her.
"If you had no feelings for me at all, you wouldn't care whether I live or die. You feel angry because you know I'm deliberately trying to gain your sympathy, yet you still can't remain indifferent... You seem to be angry with me, but you're even more angry with yourself, right?"
Zhang Lingying: "..."
She didn't speak, but Lu Jing laughed.
His pale, handsome face became captivating because of this long-lost smile.
He wasn't in a hurry to leave, pulling the dazed Zhang Lingying back to the living room, pressing her onto the sofa, and turning to pour her water.
Letting her drink water while slowly thinking.
Meanwhile, he picked up the cat, asking Little Mirror what cat snacks she wanted to eat.
Acting like the master of the house.
