"Song Zhe, I'm wondering, how can you even utter the word 'love'?"
"Don't you feel like you're insulting love itself?"
Song Zhe's face gradually grew colder.
He stared at Xiao Wan, his voice icy, "Don't make me angry."
"I'm really sorry, but I just can't help it."
"I'm just so curious, when you say the word 'love,' don't you feel guilty?"
"If I were you, I would never say such things, because they're disgusting."
Xiao Wan was deliberately saying these things to embarrass him.
Song Zhe slightly raised his chin, glanced at Xiao Wan, tugged at his lips, and scoffed coldly, "Xiao Wan, haven't I told you not to make me angry? How come you can't remember?"
Seeing him like this, Xiao Wan wanted to say something but ultimately had to give up.
Now, Song Zhe wasn't pretending at all. This kind of man should not be provoked over and over again; otherwise, it would be bad for everyone.
"Zhuo Ya really likes you a lot."
"But you've hurt Zhuo Ya."
