Inexplicably, Xian Yijun didn't get up and leave. He just stared at her coldly. "You have a lot of twisted logic."
Wei Zhijuan tilted her head and smiled at him. Since they were sitting so close to each other, she could see everything on his face, including his tiny pores that women might envy.
"Sigh, you don't really hate me, do you?" She smiled as she stared into his eyes. "You just don't like people being close to you. You don't like it when people try to invade the life and space you're used to, right?"
Xian Yijun sneered. "You think too much."
Wei Zhijuan raised her eyebrow and brought her hand to her face. Her fingers moved back and forth as she stared at him without blinking. "Xian Yijun, can I chase you?"
She didn't know why she suddenly thought of such a thing. When she started to realize it, it was too late for her to take back those words.
