But soon, a thought struck Chu Yao. 'Wait, that's not right.'
She had indeed misunderstood, but this was a misunderstanding that could have been easily cleared up.
She misunderstood, yes, but that was because she was drunk and had no idea what had happened. Lu Xize, on the other hand, wasn't. He knew exactly what was going on.
If he had just offered a brief explanation at the start, wouldn't everything have been fine?
None of this later drama would have happened.
Chu Yao's head, which had been hanging low out of guilt, snapped up. She stared at him. "Why didn't you explain things clearly?"
Lu Xize's expression was languid, nothing like the cold and distant demeanor he showed others. With his cocked eyebrows and the slight curl of his thin lips, he looked a bit roguish—a stark contrast to his otherwise handsome and refined appearance.
"Explain what?"
"Explain..."
