Ye Zhantian arrived on the third floor, symbolically knocked on the door, and then pushed it open directly.
Nan Zhifeng was startled and looked at him in astonishment, "You..."
Ye Zhantian slowly closed in on her, his deep eyes staring intently at her.
Nan Zhifeng stepped back uneasily and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nan Zhifeng..." Ye Zhantian squinted his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Do you have someone in your heart?"
"Ah?"
Nan Zhifeng was utterly confused.
"Otherwise, why are you so cold to me?"
Ye Zhantian cornered her in front of the bookshelf, one hand propped next to her shoulder, and he closed in fiercely, "In this world, there are so many women who flock to me, yet only you..."
"I don't." Nan Zhifeng had nowhere to retreat and looked at him nervously, "What's gotten into you today?"
"Am I not good enough to you?" Ye Zhantian continued to press, "Or am I not good enough?"
