"You still like me, don't you? That's why you followed me here?"
Chen Cuihua was dumbfounded. Was this a Hong Kong/Taiwanese drama?
The young maiden, who was recently shoved away by Qiao Jingxuan, bit her lip. The hands by her side clenched tightly, and her eyes glared fiercely at Nanfei.
"Who are you?" Nanfei struggled vehemently, feeling sick with Qiao Jingxuan clasping her hand. "Let go of me, do you hear me?"
"I won't!" A young master who had been lauded all his life, would he let go simply because someone asked him to? In Qiao Jingxuan's eyes, this was just a game of tease and denial. He couldn't believe that a woman who loved him deeply could stop loving him that easily.
She must be trying to pique his interest and attract his attention by feigning indifference.
"Very well!" Qiao Jingxuan leaned in, his juvenile face curving into an enticing smile, "You're doing very well! I am indeed captivated by you."
