Li Qianxi’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and her expression twisted for a fleeting moment.
Though it lasted only an instant, it did not escape Du Anrao’s notice.
*Here we go, here we go. With that look and that posture, I don’t even need to think to know this little green-tea heroine is busy badmouthing me in her head. Let me guess what she’s muttering to herself? It’s probably the same old tune: calling me a country bumpkin from some backwater, someone who doesn’t understand etiquette or social niceties, and who isn’t as elegant, composed, noble, or graceful as she is.*
Chapter 358