"Don't you already have a girlfriend? Aren't you two very close? Why are you chasing me? Go on and kiss her! She's Gong Shirao, after all, people lining up to win her over might as well be in outer space. I really don't know what she sees in you. I'm telling you, this is your last chance, just get lost and go find her!"
Zhan Nanjue looked at Ou Yimo's excited demeanor, and merely extended his hand slowly to wipe away Ou Yimo's tears.
Ou Yimo knew what he was trying to do and angrily slapped his hand away.
He reached out again to wipe her tears.
This time, she didn't avoid it, yet the warmth of his fingertips seemed even hotter than her tears.
He parted his lips, "Why are you crying?"
Ou Yimo angrily accused, "Isn't all this your fault!? You made me the subject of scorn, made me a laughingstock for everyone, left me with nothing, pushed me to the brink, isn't making me cry exactly what you wanted!"
