"Zi Chen, you..."
Xia Moer was stunned, unsure why the previously incredibly tender Rong Zi Chen instantly reverted back to his old self.
In the long corridor, sunlight poured down, casting a halo around Rong Zi Chen, which created an illusion.
Xia Moer felt a stutter in her breath; so close yet so far away.
An idea popped into her mind, which frightened Xia Moer to stay calm, and abruptly lunged forward, throwing her arms around Rong Zi Chen from behind.
"Zi Chen, don't be angry, I won't do that again,"
Xia Moer whined and rubbed herself against Rong Zi Chen.
Her mother had said, men loved women who admitted their mistakes. She was willing to abandon all her pride to win Zi Chen's heart back.
Rong Zi Chen turned around, sized her up, his eyes that couldn't be deciphered, were like an endless abyss.
He coldly raised his right hand!
And pushed Xia Moer, who clung on to him, away from his embrace.