"I don't feel anything."
It was an almost emotionless response, but Ning Xia still keenly sensed an imperceptible dislike in his tone.
Ning Xia's complexion turned slightly pale, she forced herself to calm down and even squeezed out a hint of a smile, feigning misunderstanding, "How could you feel nothing? There should always be feelings of like and dislike..."
"Like me, I really like children. They talk with a cute lisp and are so soft, their laughter could melt one's heart."
"The Little Crybaby I know is very endearing, like a little adult, so adorable."
Thinking of Little Crybaby, the image of him in a little suit, his face expressionless, floated into Ning Xia's mind; he looked seventy to eighty percent similar to Bo Siyan as a child.
She couldn't help but say, "By the way, he looks quite a lot like you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Bo Siyan's cold voice suddenly interrupted her, "I don't like it."
