The distinctive tone of Ou Jue, arrogantly extreme.
Xiyan, furious to the point of laughing, tried harder to break free from him, but was held tightly in his grip.
"You forbid it? On what grounds do you forbid it!"
"On the grounds—" Ou Jue leaned closer, his cold eyes meeting hers directly, "that you still like me."
Her breath hitched, and in the next instant, Xiyan felt her anger surge to her brain.
With the emotion of vented frustration she shouted, "Who told you I still like you? Stop being narcissistic! I don't like you now, not like not like not like!"
After the words fell, Ou Jue suddenly brought his handsome face near, his nose touching hers.
She was startled.
Xiyan instantly froze.
She instinctively shrank back a little, closing her eyes.
For a long while, there was no movement.
"Still dare to say you don't like?" Ou Jue's voice was tinged with amusement, teasing, "Closing your eyes, are you waiting for me to kiss you?"
