An Feiran looked at his sleeve that was being tugged. "Miss Song, this is making me feel troubled. When it comes to things like taking a walk, you should be doing it with your friends or someone you like. If we are seen like this, it would easily lead to misunderstandings."
"What misunderstandings?"
Song Jingwan flew into a rage out of embarrassment. "Do you think I'd like you?"
"Of course not..." An Feiran was helpless. "I'm sorry that I bothered you in the past, but don't worry, this encounter was just an accident. I won't have any improper thoughts about you anymore."
"Besides," he smiled apologetically, "although saying this will make me sound narcissistic, I really hope you don't like me either."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Song Jingwan couldn't believe her ears? Who gave An Feiran the courage to think that she would like him?
It was just an invitation for a walk?
"Please don't misunderstand. I'm just in a bad mood."
