Seeing that Wang Yan gave no response, Lin Luoxue pressed on, "What, don't you like this feeling?"
Wang Yan turned to look at her. The streetlamp cast a top light over Lin Luoxue, making her hair gleam. She smiled sweetly, her eyes curved into crescents, her smile perfectly measured. Together with the light, it gave her a hazy, unreal air.
In a scene like this, nine out of ten men would have had their hearts skip a beat, or at least let their imaginations run wild. Unfortunately, Wang Yan was the tenth one.
"It's alright," Wang Yan replied. "Maybe it's because you're feeling relaxed right now. When people relax, they tend to enjoy all sorts of sensations. Some like rainy days, some like snowy days, and some even like howling winds and rolling thunder."
"That sounded far too perfunctory. I'm really curious—do you have a girlfriend?"
"Obviously not."
"Then what do you think of me?" Lin Luoxue showed her little white teeth, resting her head on one hand as she tilted it slightly. A sudden evening breeze stirred her hair, making it shimmer.
Wang Yan decisively reached out and put an arm around Lin Luoxue's shoulders. Lin Luoxue instinctively struggled, but failed to break free.
A touch of displeasure entered Lin Luoxue's voice. "Isn't that a little impolite of you?"
"I did that because I think you're great, but clearly, you don't think much of me." Wang Yan chuckled and let go.
"Thinking highly of someone doesn't mean you can start getting handsy, does it?"
Wang Yan grabbed Lin Luoxue's hand again and rubbed it between his fingers. "This is my respect for you. You're happy too, because your irresistible charm works on me as well. No one can reject your beauty, and that gives you a greater sense of