"You clearly know that's not what I want to hear," Zhao Youyou ran up to him, stubbornly tugging at his sleeve, pouting and huffing angrily.
Xu Yan stopped in his tracks, looking at her, suddenly adopting a serious and earnest tone, "Zhao Youyou!"
"What, what do you want?" Zhao Youyou's momentum weakened in an instant, yet unwilling to give up, she mumbled, "Is it that hard for you to just say you like me?"
"I like you!" In the next second, a familiar voice drifted by her ear.
"You..." Zhao Youyou wanted to keep complaining but suddenly realized what he had said, pausing for a moment and looking up at him with blank astonishment, her long eyelashes fluttering twice followed by a silly laugh.
"Can we go now?" The next moment, her hand was held by the other party.
Xu Yan led her away from the entrance of the cafeteria.
After walking a few steps, they heard the girl starting to hum and whine, "I can't take it, I'm so full. Maybe you should carry me?"
