Han Yifan could clearly feel that Shang Feifei was rejecting him.
It wasn't exactly rejection, just a deliberate distancing herself from him; he brought takeout, and although the two of them were sitting at the same table for a meal, having slept in the same bed just last night, there was an extraordinary sense of estrangement between them.
He actually wanted to chat with her more, discussing everything from poetry to life aspirations. As a playboy, he might not excel at much else, but he sure could talk, excelling at all manner of leisure activities. After all, despite their intimacy the previous night, outside of that, they were practically strangers.
