Ziqian's gaze was focused and resolute as if he was determined to get an answer.
"No." Perhaps intimidated by that look, Suxin answered without thinking.
"Oh?" Ziqian chuckled, "So you have another man in mind?"
Startled by Ziqian's chuckle, Suxin suddenly felt a shiver, "This is purely personal privacy, I'm not telling!" she said, lifting her head defiantly.
"Some feelings don't necessarily mean being together." Looking into Ziqian's deep eyes, Suxin still added a sentence.
Ziqian couldn't understand; in his worldview, if you liked someone you got together, if not, you parted ways—it was that simple. Why complicate it?
"Like Tiantian, her liking you is her own business, she won't bring you any trouble, can't you just overlook it this time?"
Suxin's eyes widened, her eyelashes fluttering, as she looked at Ziqian with hopeful eyes.
Their gaze lasted five seconds, one deep, the other pleading.
"Bonk," Ziqian raised his hand and sharply knocked on Suxin's forehead.
