"I'm not coaxing her," Lu Mingxuan declared stubbornly. "Who cares what she thinks?"
"Sure," Gao Jing said. "Let's forget it then."
Afterward, he noticed that the mood surrounding Lu Mingxuan body changed, resembling a woman full of grievances.
"..."
Gao Jing sighed, "Let's do this, then; how about we continuously gift her food? I believe that even if her heart was made of stone, she would still forgive you."
At this moment, Lu Mingxuan raised his eyebrows, "Forgive me? What did I do wrong that she needs to forgive me?"
Gao Jing blinked. "Uh..."
Before he could form an excuse, Lu Mingxuan shot up like a rocket and grabbed his collar. The movement was so fast, Gao Jing barely had time to react before he was being held hostage by 180 cm of unresolved angst.
"Tell me," Lu Mingxuan demanded. "Tell me what I did wrong."
"..."
Pinned by the collar and soul-crushed by regret, Gao Jing gave up the will to resist.
