Even after he asked that question, the person who was hugging him from behind still wouldn't let go. Contrary to what he expected the man would do, the pink-haired man just tightened his embrace as if he wanted to answer his question nonverbally.
"Why do you think I hate you?" Instead of answering it, the shorter man asked him back, and Wen Xiang could easily find the answer to the question.
"You sounded angry when you questioned me earlier," an answer escaped Wen Xiang's lips, and the next second, he could hear how the man behind him laughed in amusement after hearing his answer.
"So, you think I'm mad at you just because I asked if you see my house as a convenience store?" The pink-haired man asked again. "I did ask the question, and I also asked about how you might decide to come back when you need something at my house, and I think I know what thing you need at this time, Wen Xiang."
