Her words made Ji Weiyang's face darken instantly, "Yan Yan Yan, do you know what you're saying? You're going to push me to someone else, aren't you? "
His deep gaze fell on her, sharp with a trace of helplessness and sadness. His two fingers suddenly exerted force, extinguishing the tip of the cigarette at his fingertips.
Zhan Yan's head was pressed down very low, her ice-cold little hands grabbed onto his warm and thick palm. Her voice was timid, like a child who was afraid of being punished for something wrong, "I, I didn't mean that."
"What does that mean?" Ji Weiyang was a little angry, what he disliked the most was her current look. She was always filled with sympathy, she always easily pushed him away, making him feel like she did not care about him at all.
"I just feel sorry for her." Zhan Yan's voice was getting lower and lower.