C71 A Cold Face

Xiaoli glanced at Xiao Chen's outstretched hand and sighed. Reluctantly, she placed her hand in his palm. Seriously, did he think he could ruffle her hair? That was reserved for someone she truly loved. Who did Xiao Chen think he was?

Outwardly, Xiaoli smiled, but inside, her mind was racing. In those few seconds, she'd mentally critiqued every aspect of Xiao Chen. Noticing Xiaoli's reaction