Her pulse thrummed wildly as she huffed, crossing her arms. "You're impossible."
Lu Jianjun merely tilted his head slightly, watching her with that same unreadable gaze.
"Am I?"
His voice was quieter now, almost teasing—but the weight behind it sent a flutter through her chest.
Li Na opened her mouth to retort but found herself coming up empty. She was bothered—more than she wanted to admit. And he knew it.
And that was the most frustrating part of all.
Li Na huffed, turning her face away as if that would somehow hide the warmth creeping up her cheeks. Why does he have to be like this? So calm, so unaffected, while I'm here struggling to even think straight?
She crossed her arms tighter, trying to regain control over the conversation—over herself. "You embarrassed me. And don't act like you don't know it."
Lu Jianjun didn't argue. He simply watched her, his silence pressing against her skin like a touch she couldn't escape. It wasn't cold or indifferent—it was attentive.
