Kesha was very unhappy about Hua Zhen's concealment—extremely unhappy. She sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, staring at him with an impassive gaze laced with anger.
"It's so late. Why aren't you asleep? What brought you here all of a sudden?" Hua Zhen asked with a smile, taking a wineglass, filling it, and pushing it in front of her.
"Hmph, what do you think? You and your Silly Girl had a falling-out, so I came to see how you were doing." Kesha gave a soft snort through her nose.
At the mention of He Xi, Hua Zhen's smile froze. He let out a heavy sigh and leaned back against the sofa, inexplicably growing irritated.
Kesha glanced at him, raised the wineglass to her lips, and asked, "Looking at you... don't tell me you've fallen in love with her?"
"Maybe..." Hua Zhen sighed deeply without denying it. He raised a hand to his chest and murmured, "When I saw her dream shatter like that, this place hurt... Kesha, do you think I'm a real scumbag?"
"A brainless Angel scumbag. Xiao Liangbing wasn't entirely wrong about you." After saying that, Kesha tipped back her head and drained her wine. The burning liquor seemed to set her throat on fire, making her uncomfortable, but it eased the stifling feeling his words had stirred in her heart.
After drinking, her already delicate face gained a touch more allure. Her eyes were slightly hazy, and the wine on her full lips made them even more tempting beneath the lamplight.
The surroundings were silent, with only their heartbeats audible. Kesha sat with her legs crossed while Hua Zhen leaned back with his head tilted upward. Neither spoke, and the atmosphere was anything but warm.
"Angel scumbag... Heh..." After a long while, Hua Zhen repeated