"Just clean it up, and you go back to tidy yourself up first," Meng Jiahe pretended not to understand his insinuation.
Listening to Fu Xing's words, she almost vomited last night's dinner.
"Ah He, won't you join me? Now I can stand by your side openly and legitimately, no one will speak ill of you anymore," Fu Xing was reluctant to leave just like that.
He couldn't help but frown, temporarily not understanding Meng Jiahe's meaning. Hadn't she done so much just because she liked him? Now he was offering her the chance, yet she remained unmoved?
"Fu Xing, give me some time, I'm scared," Meng Jiahe stepped back, feeling deeply disgusted inside.
"I understand, Ah He, I'll give you time, it was my fault before," Fu Xing then refrained from getting any closer to her, taking her reaction as a memory of his prior betrayal.
But he had always had enough patience to wait and to create a false image of gentle and deep affection.
