I thought she would be happy, but who knew...
Feng Yanyan pouted and said, "I know, you like the type like Zhou Shangshang."
Yan Nansheng broke out in a sweat and quickly said, "That was before, I don't like that type anymore."
Feng Yanyan looked at him, "Why don't you like it anymore?"
"Uh..." Yan Nansheng realized he had jumped into a pit, and it seemed to be one he had dug himself.
But seeing the insistent look in the young girl's eyes, he had to painfully explain, "We have nothing in common, it's tiring to get along."
Feng Yanyan was stunned, "What do you mean?"
Yan Nansheng pinched her little hand and suddenly laughed, "Anyway, you just need to know that I like you now."
Feng Yanyan looked at his deep and profound eyes, breaking into a smile that seemed even more devilishly flirtatious...
No matter how you looked at it, it felt unreal.
"Yanyan." Yan Nansheng suddenly lifted his left hand, "See it?"
