The sudden question and the halted dance steps made Feng Jinglei pause slightly, somewhat not understanding what he meant.
To her, the words seemed rather baffling.
"What?"
Her innocent and confused gaze made him even more displeased.
Obviously, when she was dancing with him, she had an unhappy expression, and now she looked innocent and asked what he was talking about?
"You don't like dancing with me?"
Noticing the hint of displeasure on his face, Feng Jinglei was even more puzzled.
This man was still as fickle as ever, his anger catching people off guard.
"I don't dislike it." She looked down and said seriously.
He remained cold-faced, glancing at her, "Then why show a look of dislike?"
She raised her eyes again, took a glance at the man's capricious face, lowered her head, and didn't answer.
"If you don't like it, just say so, there's no need to pretend to like it." His mood wasn't good, so his tone became a bit heavier, not even sure what was wrong with himself.
