Wan Fuqi pulled a diamond ring without even a box from his pocket. Like a puppy waiting for praise, his blue eyes sparkled brightly.
Li Mao stared at it for a moment, then ruthlessly poured cold water over him.
"What piece of crap, no box or anything. Even if it's, it's holding ashes, you'd still need a box, right?"
After saying that, Li Mao tried to pull back the hand still held in Enigma's palm. Unless it was necessary, he truly could not be bothered to have even the slightest physical contact with Wan Fuqi.
Even holding hands made him feel uncomfortable all over.
But just as he tried to withdraw his hand, the person at his feet seemed to have anticipated his reaction and seized his wrist tightly first.
Wan Fuqi still wore that smiling face. Even while kneeling on the floor, without releasing any pheromones, he could still awaken the wariness buried in Li Mao's bones.
Li Mao struggled fiercely twice more. When it proved useless, he simply clenched the fingers of his right hand, refusing to give Wan Fuqi the chance to slip the ring onto his finger.
To him, aside from letting him leave, everything Enigma did was nothing more than the self-indulgence of someone with a performative personality.
He would not stupidly let himself be moved into jumping into a trap.
Wan Fuqi had made such a huge sacrifice today. If he had generously let Li Mao go, perhaps Li Mao might actually have believed a few words of the love coming out of his mouth.
But judging by this, perhaps even if the Earth exploded, that day would never come.
Li Mao snapped out of the small victory he had barely managed to reclaim. He stopped struggling with Wan Fuqi, but he still did