Wen Zhqing had to admit, he had always underestimated Li Juan. He originally thought she was just an ordinary girl, everything about her was ordinary, but he didn't expect her to hide so deeply, even seeing through his true nature.
Li Juan didn't seem to seek Wen Zhqing's immediate response.
After saying some confessional words, she gathered the courage to reach out and touch Wen Zhqing's hand.
Seeing Wen Zhqing pursing his lips without refusal, she was even more delighted.
The touch lasted only a moment, and soon she turned around and went back inside.
Wen Zhqing watched her back, his eyes growing deeper.
After returning inside, Wen Zhqing picked up a towel and carefully wiped the hand Li Juan had touched, his gaze gradually cold, a sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Any random cat or dog can be considered his equal? Ridiculous.
Whether Li Juan saw or knew, Wen Zhqing didn't care much. After all, she had no evidence; even if she spoke out, no one would believe her.
