As expected, he was still angry.
Although he hadn't said it outright before, his every action and demeanor, down to every cell in his body, exuded his dissatisfaction.
When Lu Xiao opened the door to the room, she followed him in dejectedly, mumbling weakly behind his back:
"I was wrong."
Lu Xiao: "No, you weren't wrong, it was me who was wrong."
"Ah, how can you say that..." Her face showed a hint of confusion.
Lu Xiao spoke without turning his head:
"I was thinking, maybe I've been too restrictive of your freedom. You like being with handsome guys, and I shouldn't have stopped you. It's my fault for being too controlling, so I'm trying to restrain myself."
As these words fell, Wen Xian's heart suddenly felt as if it were being pricked by needles, causing her whole body to tense and break out in a cold sweat.
She didn't know if he genuinely thought this way or if he was saying it deliberately to make her uncomfortable.
But regardless, he'd achieved his purpose.
