Bab 387: Speak Plainly

"En, I have returned." Zhu Qingyue acknowledged Li Meirong with a simple shake of his head. "Did you miss me?" he asked, his tone almost teasing. 

Li Meirong looked down, letting a few stray strands of hair fall in front of her face as she did so.

"Who's going to miss you?" she muttered, "You've only been gone a few days."

"Little Liar," Zhu Qingyue replied with a chuckle, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. His bright eyes were full of indulgence as they looked upon her.

Li Meirong raised her face to glare silently at Zhu Qingyue; her red face was full of unspoken accusations, but she received only another infuriating chuckle in response.

Would it kill this white-haired devil to stop constantly embarrassing her? Or making her embarrass herself?