Pei Xiaoman still wanted to speak, but Fang Yi opened his mouth first and said, "Before you talk to me, give me that cup of tea."
"I... what if I don't give it to you?"
"Then I won't talk to you."
Saying this, Fang Yi turned his head away, fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one up.
Pei Xiaoman widened her eyes in disbelief because she never expected a man like him would pull such a trick.
It's just like when two very good friends, one suddenly gets mad and says they won't play with you anymore.
Pei Xiaoman's cherry lips opened again and again, utterly incredulous, and then she thought to herself, fine, don't talk then, you think I desperately want to talk to you, you stalker!
Pei Xiaoman got agitated and refused to hand him the cup of tea, instead putting it aside. Then she took out a small stool herself, placed it against the wall, and sat there, with her elbows on her knees, resting her face in her jade-like hands.
