"Lucifer..." She called him softly with gleaming eyes.
Luo Xichen tilted his head slightly, staying only an inch away from her face, looking at her with his ice-blue eyes.
Not a hint of warmth, not a hint of charm.
His voice was calm: "Are you not asleep?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Mechelle's face, she bit her lower lip tightly and murmured: "I..."
Luo Xichen's eyes became deeper and deeper, he took a deep breath and asked: "Wan Qing, are you willing to get engaged to me?"
Lying flat on the bed, she looked like a beautiful butterfly, nodding her head shyly.
The same question, less than an hour apart, gave completely opposite answers.
"Why did you suddenly agree again?" His voice became clearer and clearer, but the meaning was unclear.
Mechelle opened her thin lips slightly, hesitated to speak, and finally remained silent.
"Answer my question." His ice blue eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp edge flashed past.
His tone and attitude were very tough and he could not tolerate her rejection.
Mechelle struggled for a moment, her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes flashed, and her voice was soft and waxy: "Lucifer... love..."
Luo Xichen frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his tone: "Can you change a sentence? Or say a longer one?"
Mechelle looked a little anxious, the corners of her lips trembled slightly, and then she began to shake her head, babbling, and making vague and weak monosyllables.
"Forget it, stop talking."
Luo Xichen took a deep breath and sighed heavily.
His tone was a little impatient and irritable, and Mechelle felt panicked. She quickly pulled his sleeve and took the initiative to hold his warm palm.
Luo Xichen was a little surprised and met her expectant gaze.
"You never took the initiative to get close to me before, let alone hold my hand. What happened to you today?"
Mechelle's body stiffened, her eyes were slightly confused, and then she retracted her little hand.
Luo Xichen had no intention of letting her go just like that. He caught up with the escaping little hand, grabbed her wrist, and looked at her with an extremely serious and deep look.
"Are you scared?"
Mechelle shook her head, and the panic in her dark pupils with a faint green light became more and more obvious, until it spread to her entire face.
"Tell me, what are you afraid of?"
Luo Xichen grabbed her wrist, locked her gaze, and did not allow her to retreat.
"Let me guess, the treatment method used by the doctor that Mommy took you to see in the past few days is actually very effective, right?"
The corners of Luo Xichen's lips curved into a dangerous arc. He looked at her in a good mood as she shook her head desperately.
"How much do you remember? Do you know who you are?"
Cold sweat began to form on Mechelle's forehead, and she said in a trembling voice: "Wan... Qing..."
"No, no, no, you know, this is not the answer I want."
A look of fear began to appear on Mechelle's face, a layer of mist appeared on her eyes, and there were tears.
"Hey, don't cry. What's the use of crying? Let's talk properly."
Luo Xichen raised his hand and gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes. The movements were very light and gentle.
"Come, let's continue chatting. Wan Qing, do you remember a woman named Mechelle?"