"Go to the flower shop, buy a few withered flowers that fell overnight, light some candles, and then make a heartfelt confession? So, it turns out you're that easy to fool, huh Xiao Xiao? If you actually accept that pretty boy's confession, I'd really look down on you, too cheap." Lin Junyang shook his head mockingly.
"Hey, how is that cheap?" Xiao Xiao retorted, then walked up to him with a mischievous grin, looking at Lin Junyang's rugged profile, she cheekily said, "Lin Junyang, could it be that you like me? Are you jealous seeing another man confess to me?"
"Ugh—" Lin Junyang dry heaved, "Xiao Xiao, being confident is fine, but too much confidence is just thick-skinned. Girls shouldn't be like that, though you seem to naturally have a thick skin."
Xiao Xiao: "..."
Suddenly, she really wanted to hit him, the kind of hit that could kill.
Just not sure if her flower-like fists could even take him on.
