Pei Yibai heard this answer and felt exceptionally elated, his handsome face beaming more brilliantly than ever. "So, just as I asked you last time, this is love at first sight for me. There's a saying that any romance not aimed at marriage is hooliganism. You've flipped the order of love and marriage, which shows you haven't been a hooligan with me."
Song Weiyi snorted and her face turned beet red—the idea that she was being a hooligan when she wasn't one!
"What do you mean by that expression? Is there something else?"
The handsome face suddenly took on a touch of iciness, a sign that Pei Yibai was on the verge of anger, and if she said something he didn't like, she'd probably be in for a scolding soon.
Song Weiyi knew how to act according to the expressions of others. "Not at all, it's just that describing a girl as a hooligan, it doesn't sound very nice."
