Regarding Wen Xin's indifference, Luo Qiete suddenly felt very irritated in his heart. He had seen how tender and sweet Wen Xin could be towards Mu Chengxi, and seeing her attitude towards himself, Luo Qiete felt his heart was about to shatter.
He loved her too, from the first time he saw her, he was sure that he had fallen in love with her.
Luo Qiete walked up to Wen Xin, his gaze intensely fixed on her fair, swan-like neck. He restrained the impulses in his heart, suppressed the agitation, and kept telling himself that he must not... must not touch Wen Xin here.
Yet, in an instant, all his rationality crumbled when he clearly saw the red love bites on Wen Xin's chest.
"He... he touched you... touched you, didn't he?"
Listening to Luo Qiete's agitated tone, Wen Xin scoffed. She slowly opened her eyes and looked coldly at Luo Qiete, who seemed unable to accept the reality.