"Of course not." Wen Jie set down his teacup, looking up at her from under his long lashes. His gaze was dark as he stared at her. "...I'm trying my best to get you to stay. Why would I deliberately do something to make you uncomfortable?"
But Shen Lang avoided his gaze, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "Mr. Wen, do you remember... Fang Renran?"
Wen Jie thought for a moment. "Doesn't ring a bell... A woman?"
Shen Lang said, "Not just a woman, but one with whom you share a strong connection."
Wen Jie furrowed his handsome brow. "...Now that you mention it, I think I vaguely recall her."
"Her name is Fang Renran."
"...That sounds about right." He could only recall a few fragments, and it took considerable effort to drag the memory of this person out from the dusty corners of his mind.
"How do you feel about her? ...Do you have any urge to be with her?" Shen Lang paused, rephrasing her question more tactfully.
