"I said I don't need you to explain, I don't care about this, I came over here to talk to you about something." Camille still stood her ground.
But the light smile on Ayan's face also became somewhat cold sneer, he slightly narrowed his eyes, look indifferent said: "Camille, do you have to be angry with me before you can listen?"
"Not listening to your explanation is what makes you angry? Ayan aren't you being too bossy? It's your business no need to explain to me, I said I don't care!"
"Heh! Don't care?" His eyebrows slowly furrowed and wrinkled, his expression serious and cold as he stared into her eyes and faintly opened, "I don't like hearing you say that, so stop saying it, huh?"
Along with his voice fell, others also walked to the seat next to Camille and sat down, facing her with a strong compulsion, nostrils are also his breath, so she felt some oppressive suffocation.
Camille subconsciously moved aside, but she just had the intention to be held down by Ayan shoulder can not move, he said in a low voice: "listen to my explanation before talking about you, okay?"
Camille is silent.
He then explained, "I don't know why she came into my office, and I didn't want to eat the lunchbox she sent, let alone have any messed up ideas. Even if you don't come, I plan to let her know to get out when she's done, much less keep her in the company."
She remained silent.
He then continued, "Trust me for once, huh? I know you don't want to hear my explanations and don't care who I have contact with, but I want you to know what's on my mind, willing to give me a chance?"
Camille still doesn't say anything.
She could only be forced to listen to his explanation.
But she really didn't feel the need in her heart.
Her silence caused Ayan to raise an eyebrow and say faintly, "I'll take that as a tacit agreement if you don't say anything, huh?"
Camille lightly met his gaze, words are also no emotion, but the mouth never made any sound, until Ayan the next second to reach out and gently cupped her chin, faintly said: "If you do not speak I will assume that you are angry need me to do something else to coax."
After saying that, he made a gesture to kiss directly over, Camille hurriedly said: "Okay, I believe you, I believe you, so it's always okay, right?"
Her reaction was tremendous, making Ayan cry and laugh, full of helpless eyes, and ultimately, naturally, did not really kiss over.
He looked at her with a smile spilling out of his eyes, "Are you that afraid of me kissing you?"
Camille grimaced, "Are you annoyed?"
Ayan's bony fingers gently glided over her cheek, the white skin made his throat bones roll and the depths under his eyes sink deeper and deeper, he said in a hoarse voice, "Well, I'm annoyed."
Camille was speechless and didn't want to talk.
Ayan said, "What did you want to talk to me about when you came over to see me so early?" He stared at her lazily and asked, but before Camille could speak, he made a point of reminding her, "You know what I don't want to hear, so don't say what I don't want to hear, huh?"
Camille raised her eyes to stare at him, an indifferent face has revealed her mind.
Ayan laughed lowly, "So you came over so early just to tell me what I don't want to hear?"
"Not on a whim ..."
"Even if it's well thought out as long as it's something I don't want to hear, don't say it, huh?"
He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on his face.
Camille said, "If everyone has to speak at your pleasure then is there a word of truth?"
"I don't care about anyone else, I only care about you."
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