Chi Enen had been brooding over the matter all day.
Because her heart was preoccupied, she found herself spacing out several times involuntarily.
Li Beijue silently counted the number of times she drifted off. By the fourth time, he couldn't hold back anymore—his falcon-like eyes burned with fiery anger as he forcefully turned her face toward him.
Chi Enen was suddenly pulled back, stunned for a moment, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Damn it, she still had the audacity to ask what's wrong! Li Beijue's face turned ashen, his falcon-like eyes drilled into hers, as if they were trying to pierce through, "You tell me!"
"Me?" She shook her head blankly. "I don't know."
"Of course you don't know!" Because she had been absent-minded the whole time, constantly zoning out and daydreaming. Even when he was talking to her, she hadn't listened!
Li Beijue was so angry he could choke her. His handsome face was tense, full of displeasure.
