Zuo Aiai blinked and looked at him, her face full of confusion.
Ji Nanfeng: …
Was she upset?
He was trying to cheer her up, couldn't she see that?
Zuo Aiai looked at him, still not quite understanding his intentions, but her heart faintly expected something. She said, "This morning He Shiwen called me, and I could tell she's really miserable."
"Honestly, I can't deny that seeing her suffer like this feels satisfying. But after all, as women, encountering such a freak is genuinely terrifying."
His hand gently held hers, the slightly rough pad of his finger softly rubbing the palm of her hand.
Zuo Aiai's eyes widened in shock, her expression looking like she was on the verge of screaming and fainting.
Fortunately, she wasn't entirely clueless. She mouthed silently, "Ji Nanfeng, are you…"
Ji Nanfeng nodded, his thin lips curving into a faint smile.
So his meaning was… he was faking it?
