"Let's cut to the chase," Yan Beicheng said. "Do you like Zhiqing?"
Before Wei Wucai could say anything, Yan Beicheng added, "If you don't dare to admit frankly to this and you refuse to give me an affirmative or negative answer, I will not give you any chances to approach her."
Wei Wucai narrowed his eyes. "I do like her."
In the beginning, they considered each other a nuisance.
Later on, he realized that Yan Zhiqing was an interesting person. He couldn't help but desire to see her jump in anger.
Maybe he just thought it was fun.
But unbeknownst to him, he gradually started desiring to be around her.
He wanted to talk to her and be close to her. He wanted to tease her.
At the same time, he couldn't bear to make her angry anymore.
It was no longer fun to see her mad. Instead, his heart ached to see her mad.
