He Jichen's eyelids blinked leisurely as he silently took a drag. He acted as though he hadn't heard Fatty's overbearing questions.
"Chen Ge, if you like her, just go for her! If you don't tell her, how would she know that you like her? If another man took a little more initiative and got together with her, you'd be the one crying!"
Darkness flashed in his eyes as He Jichen's fingers trembled with the cigarette between them.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, yet he didn't say a word and continued to put the cigarette to his lips.
"Chen Ge, is this the time to still play cool? Alright, if you won't say it, I will! If you don't chase her, then I'll think of ways to help you!" After he said that, Fatty turned right around and headed for the room with impatience and resentment.
