Chu Yao finally realized she had misunderstood, which made her feel a little embarrassed. Nevertheless, she still shot Lu Xize a glare.
'He's a grown man. Does he really find these word games so amusing?'
Seeing Lu Xize's slightly raised eyebrows and triumphant expression, Chu Yao gritted her teeth. She suddenly felt he was even more punchable now than when they were kids.
The Lu Xize of their childhood always had a cold and aloof air about him.
Whether he was with strangers or with her, he always maintained the perfect image of a cold and aloof noble scion.
Back then, he often gave people the urge to pin him to the ground, beat him up, and tear that cold mask right off his face.
Of course, no matter how many people thought about it, no one ever dared to act on the impulse.
Lu Xize's powerful presence seemed to be something he was born with, making people want to get close yet afraid to do so.
