Angry at Himself

Luckily, she was steady enough.

Han Zhuoling raised his eyebrow impolitely and his voice seemed to be dripping with sarcasm. "Many years? Very experienced? Won't poke? Then what happened just now?"

"…" Shi Xiaoya's hand paused in the air as she said very honestly, "I got scared by you."

Han Zhuoling: "…"

"I still want my eye," Han Zhuoling said coldly and did not say anything more after that.

But he briefly gave her a glance, which obviously meant—

Come closer.

Shi Xiaoya did not dare to treat him like a normal person anymore, lest she got scared by him again all of a sudden.

Now, she did not dare to let her attention wander. It was as if she was fighting a war. In a focused and dedicated manner, she leaned in a little closer.

There was one good thing about this, though. She would not be distracted by Han Zhuoling again.