Lily Smith shook off Sky Moore's hand, raising her head with a cold laugh and said, "Angry? At you? Don't flatter yourself. I have no interest in your personal affairs."
"Lily." Sky Moore sighed softly, looking at her a little helplessly, "Don't be mad."
Hearing his voice, Lily felt an inexplicable sense of grievance. Was she angry? Why should she be angry? What right did he have to say she was angry?
She wasn't angry at all!
As she fiercely thought this, her eyes couldn't help but start to redden.
Seeing her about to cry, Sky Moore felt heartache and couldn't resist embracing her.
"Lily, it's my fault, please don't be angry," he said in a low and soft voice, striking Lily's heart, causing her cold heart to flutter and secrete a sour and painful liquid. She wanted to push Sky Moore away, but he held her tightly. His light cologne enveloped her, robbing her of the strength to resist.
"Let me go!"
