Ai Le glared at the man in front of her covered in sticky cake, clenched her fist, still a bit reluctant to touch him, afraid of getting some on herself.
"Lele, don't be so heartless!" Ling Ye appeared hurt, stepping closer to Ai Le.
Ai Le jumped away in fright.
If he were to touch her, she'd end up covered in cake.
Ling Ye pouted pitifully, "I've been waiting at your door all day and didn't expect you to run off to Haijing City!"
"Whoa!"
The words, part complaint, part confession, instantly elicited a chorus of surprised exclamations from the onlookers.
Ling Ye and Ai Le...
So, while Ling Ye spent the day waiting at Ai Le's door, he had no idea Han Luoli had already flown Ai Le to Haijing City.
The crowd understood: Ah, so Ling Ye was indeed trying to woo her.
However, the girl he wanted to woo had already been whisked away.
It was all rather amusing when you thought about it.
So Ling Ye was already making a strong move on Ai Le while nobody knew?
