"Pfft—" Pin Yiyun couldn't help but laugh out loud, seeing Ouyang Jin eat humble pie in front of a girl for the first time, his rare tenderness mistaken for illness. Ha-ha, this little one is too adorable.
"Do you really dislike me?" Ouyang Jin's expression changed abruptly, his brooding eyes flashing with displeasure as he leaned in close to Zhiyan, gripping her shoulders tightly and speaking in a deep voice.
The two were extremely close, his hot breath showering her face, "You're hurting me," Zhiyan frowned, looking at Ouyang Jin indifferently. What was he trying to do? Just because he could dislike her, didn't mean she couldn't dislike him? This man is truly ridiculous.
"Ahem, Jin, I think we better find somewhere to sit down and talk," seeing the pain and dissatisfaction cross Zhiyan's face, Pin Yiyun couldn't help but intervene. Such a delicate person should be cherished, not manhandled, even if Jin usually is cold and aloof.
