Li Na's gaze lingered on him, her brows knitting together. The shift in his demeanor was jarring. Last night, they had a talked and stayed peaceful—then why he was acting like she didn't exist.
She threw the blanket off and slid out of bed, padding slowly to the sofa. Placing her arms on the backrest, she leaned in, watching the man who seemed far too invested in his coffee.
Lu Jianjun paused mid-sip, his grip tightening around the cup, but he still didn't look at her.
Her fingers tapped against the back of the sofa. "Did you lose your voice overnight, or did you wake up and decide to practice being emotionally unavailable again?"
A flicker of something—annoyance, amusement, something—crossed his features, but it was gone before she could place it. He simply set his cup down and turned a page in the file before him, as if she wasn't standing right there, waiting for a response.
