Fang Yue narrowed his eyes, a sense of caution rising within him. He had a nagging feeling that this Li Mengyao was more than she let on.
After a moment of silence, Fang Yue said, "Miss Li, you've misunderstood! I don't have that kind of interest in you."
"How could that be? Am I not pretty?" Li Mengyao's beautiful eyes went wide, clearly in disbelief. She was very confident in her appearance.
'She refused to believe there was a man alive who wouldn't be interested in her.'
"You're very beautiful, but beauty and attraction are two different things!" Fang Yue said.
"Don't tell me you already have someone you like, Fang?" Li Mengyao huffed, turning her back on Fang Yue and ignoring him.
Fang Yue gave a wry smile. 'This woman is so capricious.' It wasn't that he found her unattractive; he was simply wary of her.
'If it were another time, another place, maybe something could have happened between them.'
'But now, of course, it was impossible.'
