The small woman in his arms had disheveled hair, her snow-white pretty face flushed crimson either from anger or embarrassment, as pink as cherry blossoms on snow, tempting to be picked. Her hair was casually pinned at the back of her head, and from the vigorous struggle just now, a few playful strands slid down her swan-like neck into the collar of her sweater. The dark hair and her slender neck seemed to be enticing someone...
Despite her anger, he felt a long-missed thrill, so strong that he didn't even want to pretend anymore. Pressing her shoulders, he breathed heavily, "What if I said I wanted to?"
"Ha?"
Jiang Nuan was taken aback, completely unprepared.
Then, she suddenly felt a mixture of sadness and an urge to laugh.
Her eyes were sour and dry. After desperately suppressing the discomfort that surged in her chest, she tilted her head, laughing as she pushed him away, "Sorry, you might fancy me, but I no longer fancy you!"
