"From now on, I promise not to look at you, nor to find Xiaohan, is that okay?"
After saying that, he indeed turned his head, picked up the remote control, and began watching the movie with full concentration, as if Shi Yang didn't exist at all.
Shi Yang secretly sighed in relief, but looking at Li Jing's indifferent demeanor, she couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to start, so she just silently sat next to him, her fingers subconsciously tugging at her skirt's hem.
Twenty or thirty minutes passed, and Li Jing really didn't glance at her, fully engrossed in the screen.
Shi Yang finally couldn't bear it anymore, lightly coughed, "Okay, okay, I didn't say you can't look. Isn't it just a sexy style? I can graciously let you watch."
Li Jing didn't even turn his head, his tone plain, "I said I wouldn't look, so I won't. Don't think I'm eager to see."
