The voice sounded awkward: "Are you still okay?" Clearly it was concern, yet it sounded so reluctant.
Zhao Tianchen didn't mind these things. What he cared about was that this little woman was concerned about him. His intense gaze fell immediately on her unnatural face, and it was only when she turned her head away uncomfortably that he gently, indulgently, and patiently replied, "I'm fine, don't worry."
"Humph, who's worried about you? I'm just afraid you'll drag me down." Saying this insincere remark, Lan Xinru turned and left directly. Later, while playing table tennis together, she intentionally avoided his burning gaze.
Sometimes Zhao Tianchen's eyes were too intense, and she would give him a fierce warning look. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, she really wanted to give him a hard kick tonight. What exactly did he mean, looking at her like this? Did she have flowers growing on her head?
