"Since that's the case, why did you hold my hand just now?"
Qian Renxue suddenly stopped and shot him a sidelong glance, asking calmly.
"Uh..."
Ye Qifeng stopped as well and immediately explained:
"Weren't you angry just now? I thought I'd help you suppress your anger and calm your mind."
"Xue'er, your resistance is extremely strong. The mysterious aura doesn't affect you much. At most, it only makes you temporarily feel a tiny bit more favorably toward me."
"As long as you don't have prolonged physical contact with me, the effect will fade quickly."
"Don't worry, it won't last."
"Hmph, that sounds nice enough."
Qian Renxue snorted softly, disbelief written all over her face.
"How do I know whether you're telling the truth? What if the effect never goes away?"
After saying that, her eyes shifted, a sly glint flashing through them as she pretended to be angry.
"Tell me! Did you do it on purpose? Are you plotting something against me?"
"What?"
Ye Qifeng froze in astonishment. "No, how could I possibly have any designs on you, Xue'er?"
"No, absolutely not!"
Ye Qifeng hurriedly raised his hand in assurance, adding silently in his heart:
I might have a few designs on your mother, Bibi Dong, but I truly don't have any toward you. At least, not for now.
Ye Qifeng spoke quickly, his tone resolute, and his assurance utterly firm.
Qian Renxue, upon hearing it, actually became angry instead.
"Hmph~~"
With a delicate snort, she turned and walked ahead, the little person in her heart grumbling nonstop.
Stupid Xiao Feng, I don't want to talk to you anymore...
Why did you have to say it so resolutely, so certainly? I wasn't asking for your assurance.
Would it hurt to have just a little interest in me?
*Do you really