But Zheng Haoyu just wouldn't grant her wish. Otherwise, why would he be called a man of twisted tastes?
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Su Nian asked, lifting her head to look into his narrow eyes as he stayed silent.
"You were ignoring me just now, so why should I speak?" Zheng Haoyu said, his eyes flashing with unidentified fire as he looked at Su Nian curled up in the corner of the couch.
"I'm looking at you now, so talk."
"But I'm not in the mood to talk anymore, you've ruined it," Zheng Haoyu complained.
"..." Su Nian was growing impatient; she'd never met someone so shameless before.
They sat there in silence for a while, one huddled up, one standing, staring at each other.
A feeling passed slowly over Su Nian's heart, but it was gone in an instant.
Suddenly, Zheng Haoyu pounced on Su Nian. "Hey, Zheng Haoyu, what are you doing?"
Surprised, Su Nian placed her hands on Zheng Haoyu's shoulders, looking at him with a panicked expression.
