"You're not someone I can afford to like." So I won't force it anymore.
"I permit you to like me."
His condescending tone made Ye Ranran sneer, "Sorry, but I couldn't care less now."
Fu Rong's face flashed with anger, but he quickly suppressed it. He walked over and twirled a strand of her hair, "I care about you. Is that okay?"
"Being shameless, huh?" She didn't like him anymore, and he turned around to like her.
Is this some kind of masochistic tendency?
"Wen Cai!"
"Oh, sorry, accidentally spoke the truth," Ye Ranran shrugged.
"Did your car really break down? Where did it happen?" He changed the subject.
Ye Ranran's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately became defensively cautious: "At the second traffic light on Wutong Road. Because of the rain, it was hard to catch a cab, so I walked to the nearby bus stop to take shelter. Right then, you called me—what a coincidence."
