Second night.
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"Can you drop your filthy thoughts?" Zuo Jiang looked at Lin Mengye with disdain, "Do you think everyone is like you, eating from the bowl while eyeing the pot?"
"Are you jealous?" Lin Mengye's eyes filled with amusement, "I'm very happy, you finally acknowledge your true feelings. This is right, say what you're thinking. If you don't say it, how would others understand your mind, right?"
"Stop flattering yourself, okay?" Zuo Jiang sighed heavily, "I'll emphasize again, I don't like you, and I will never like you, no matter what you do. Please just stay away from me, can you?"
"Zuo Jiang..." Lin Mengye's smile faded, "I've grown up, and no one has treated me this way. I've grown up, and have never felt this aggrieved for anyone..."
Zuo Jiang interrupted her: "I've made myself very clear, your tricks don't work on me, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." With that, he turned and walked away.
