Yun Jianchen was truly not a good listener.
As she was reminiscing, he interrupted her again.
"Yes," Song Huanyan said, "it was indeed the first time a boy scorned me like that, and I gradually became interested in Gong Ziqian, just pestering him relentlessly."
"You talk about Yuan Xiaobai, but aren't you just the same? Hoping that boys would always circle around you. All green teas," Yun Jianchen said coldly. For some reason, his heart felt stuffy, and he tugged at his tie. It was so stuffy that he could hardly breathe.
"Hey!!!" Song Huanyan glared at Yun Jianchen with wide eyes, indignant, "Yun Jianchen, there's a fundamental difference between me and Yuan Xiaobai. Yes, as a girl, I have my own vanity, and the pursuits and adoration of boys do satisfy that vanity, but note, I never initiate flirtation with boys. During my school years, I never had any ambiguous relationships with any boys."
