Wen Xian's lips curled on one side, a touch of contempt in her tone, "What's this, playing the innocent with me?"
Ruan Yiyi seemed anything but simple. Although she looked pure and flawless, her style and preferences had nothing to do with innocence—they couldn't be more unrelated.
Ruan Yiyi could only chuckle helplessly, raising her glass to obscure her line of sight.
"What are you doing? Didn't I make myself clear before? Stop looking for me, I don't want to see you...."
"Enough, stop right there," Ruan Yiyi interrupted her, saying, "I didn't come here on purpose. It's fate that we're both here. What can I do about it?"
"How can you say you have no choice? Can't you just turn around and leave?" Wen Xian pressed aggressively.
"Sure, if I hadn't seen you, I could control myself not to look for you, but..." As she said this, she spread her hands, the smile at her lips slowly fading as she looked at her with all seriousness:
