"Mm, just a little bit—" Xia Weiyi's voice was as faint as a mosquito's.
Ye Che laughed, not intending to let Xia Weiyi off easily, "How much is a little bit?"
Xia Weiyi stretched out her finger, gesturing a distance about the size of a coin, "Just a little bit—"
So little!
How could that be enough?
Ye Che loved Xia Weiyi, a lot, a whole lot!
How could Xia Weiyi only like him back, just that tiny bit?
However, a single spark can start a prairie fire, and for Ye Che, this tiny bit was already a small return on his fourteen years of effort.
He took Xia Weiyi's small hand from around his waist and kissed it at the lips, boastfully saying.
"Good! I'll accept your affection. And now, I announce that you can chase after me!"
Xia Weiyi's face fell, her mouth pouted, and she retorted haughtily, "Ye Che, who's chasing you!"
