The boyfriend was indeed petty.
Comparing how he was treating the Persian cat with the time when Pei Zhen was the Persian cat, Pei Zhen suspected if Fu Sichen was schizophrenic.
"You treated me rather well before…" Pei Zhen choked on his words as if saying those words reminded him of the kiss.
Cough cough.
He couldn't help being shy!
Although Pei Zhen loved little animals, he'd never kiss them. It wasn't that he minded; he just didn't have that habit.
"That's different." Fu Sichen exchanged looks of disdain with the Persian cat and then smiled as he turned to Pei Zhen. "Pei Zhen, I liked you."
When he smiled, it was as though his eyes contained a million twinkling stars, bright and resplendent against the vast darkness. It was mesmerizing.
Pei Zhen's face heated up and he coughed, unable to help but smile back. "I like you too, very, very much…"
