Directly pushing away the man's hand that was holding her, her face already restored to a state of indifference, she said, "Xi Mohan, can you clearly tell me what exactly you want to do?"
She didn't want to continue guessing, because she knew well enough that she couldn't guess what Xi Mohan actually intended to do.
From beginning to end, she had never understood this man, and it was precisely because of this that she wanted to distance herself from him even more.
Xi Mohan stood up straight, not continuing to hold her, looking down at the small face that could fit in his palm. To be honest, he didn't like her appearance at all, making it impossible for him to understand her emotions. She was so gentle and calm as if she wouldn't have a strong reaction to anything, which inexplicably gave him a feeling of irritation.
His face still wore a bland smile as he spoke, "Don't you like wedding dresses? I bought it for you. What? Aren't you happy?"
Happy?
Should she be happy?
