He Juan pinched the crimson earlobe and relished in the tenderness that was akin to holding a delicate petal between his fingers. "What should you do if you keep being so shy, hmm?" He teased with a mirthful chuckle. "Will you run away if a girl confesses to you?"
Mu Yuze gaped at him as if he could not believe such shameless words coming out of He Juan's mouth. Then, he slapped He Juan's hand away and glowered with eyes that seemed to spit daggers. But for some reason, in He Juan's eyes, it looked more like… he had been wronged.
He seethed in the mixture of rage and mortification, "Don't worry, no one has ever confessed to me!"
