"We really don't have anything special between us, just a normal friendship. Please don't overthink it, okay? It makes me really uncomfortable when you do this," she frowned, her delicate brows creasing, looking distressed and sad.
"And didn't you just say that you'll believe everything I say? Was what you said just now a lie?"
Taking advantage of the situation and acting cute, he effortlessly turned the tables. It was a well-practiced process for An Yao.
Gu Di’er's expression suddenly changed, her red lips slightly parted, but she didn't know what to say to refute him.
He would try hard to believe every word she said, but that didn't mean he wouldn't think, doubt, or suspect... Her earnest words from before had already pushed his trust to its limit. Now...
His hand exerted force unconsciously.
An Yao's body trembled, her eyes turning red again. She timidly said, "It hurts..."