mesbooks Chapter 506 - 501 Who Does Nangong Bing Really Love?
Chapter 506 - 501 Who Does Nangong Bing Really Love?
Chapter 506: Chapter 501 Who Does Nangong Bing Really Love?"You...!" Lin Zifeng was stunned, not expecting that at the final moment, he would be outright rejected by Nangong Bing.
"Lin Zifeng, I, we can’t do this." Nangong Bing lowered her head, her cheeks flushed with myriad thoughts, her fingers intertwined in a visible sign of her intense nervousness.
"Er, that, we... that..." Lin Zifeng was at a loss too.
Damn it!
He hated himself for being so domineering just now, making the situation between them incredibly awkward.
"Lin Zifeng, I, we can’t do this, actually in my heart... we can’t be like this." Nangong Bing’s face was full of melancholy, her thoughts becoming a bit chaotic.
"Hehe, so you actually don’t like me, right?" Lin Zifeng didn’t think such words were too direct, given that their relationship was very unclear at the moment, and some things needed to be clarified.
"No! That’s not it." Nangong Bing suddenly looked at him intently, but then lowered her gaze again.
At this moment, she was torn, uncertain of how much love or hate she held for the man in front of her, not even clear to herself. Yet there was a man she couldn’t let go of in her heart.
That man had appeared in her dreams numerous times, and she had thought of
Carefully, he cut into the fresh steak on his plate with a knife and fork.
Nangong Bing felt an odd atmosphere in the living room and inadvertently glanced up at him.
The look almost startled Lin Zifeng into slicing his plate in half.
"What’s wrong?" Nangong Bing asked, as if nothing was amiss.
"Nothing, probably just didn’t sleep well last night," Lin Zifeng carefully responded, stealing a glance at Nangong Bing’s facial expression after he spoke, seeing the usual cold beauty beneath which was indifference. This somewhat reassured Lin Zifeng.
He didn’t want last night’s incident to lead to awkward interactions between them.
"Oh." Nangong Bing nodded, continuing to eat slowly, then casually picked up the newspaper in front of him, showing no regard for the person breathing next to him.
"Bingbing, don’t read the newspaper while eating, it’s bad for your stomach," Lin Zifeng kindly advised.
"Hmph." Nangong Bing snorted softly, ignoring him and raising the newspaper higher deliberately to cover his face, although he had felt a sweet warmth, but his cold exterior was unwilling to show it.
Well, alright, my kindness is mistaken for an organ of a donkey.
Lin Zifeng helplessly shrugged his shoulders.
He continued to devour the food on his plate.
As the atmosphere in the living room grew increasingly eerie, and seeing that Lin Zifeng had no reaction for a long time, Nangong Bing slowly lowered the newspaper to see what he was actually doing, only to be met with a face that looked as if he hadn’t eaten in centuries.
This once again stirred some feigned anger in the depths of Nangong Bing’s heart.