This gesture was too intimate and too ambiguous, just like the little affection only seen between lovers.
Qiao Xi gave him a glaring look and retorted, "You're the one without a conscience."
Shen Dang clicked his tongue, his meaning unclear. "Isn't that so? I came back so late, yet you didn't seem worried about me."
"You were with your friends, what was there for me to worry about?"
"Aren't you afraid of people coveting my good looks?"
He said this quite seriously.
Qiao Xi was amazed at his thick-skinned nature.
She lifted her eyes to look at him.
Shen Dang curved his lips and smiled at her.
Qiao Xi, speechless, said, "You're too narcissistic!"
Qiao Xi broke away from his grasp and then entered the bedroom.
Shen Dang watched in the direction of her room door.
He persistently and cautiously tested the waters, hoping one day he could break through her defenses.
