Han Luoli's movements abruptly stopped, his slightly curved thin lips straightened out, "Baby..."
He felt so wronged, this time he truly hadn't lied to her.
The man knew that explanations were futile. He pursed his lips, his gaze locked with the girl's for a long time, and then he slightly bowed his head, pressing his own forehead against hers.
"Hmm?" Gu Xiaoer took a step back instantly, frowning.
The two had been nose to nose just now, breathing so close to each other.
"I'm really sick..."
Han Luoli let out a gentle breath, not cold, but unusually warm. He hadn't expected that one day he would resort to feigning illness to garner a bit of sympathy, let alone from a stinky girl who was none the wiser.
He really had fallen into her hands.
