While Ye Tiao was lost in thought for a moment, Tang Jingming had already edged a little closer.
Ye Tiao's eyes widened as she subtly shrank back.
However, the next moment, Tang Jingming had already moved toward her side.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between them was now less than half a fist.
Ye Tiao glared at him, and Tang Jingming stared right back at her, "Look at me, what do you think?"
Tang Jingming's voice was right by her ear, Ye Tiao stared at him for two seconds and said, "Not much to look at."
Tang Jingming felt like his heart had been stabbed several times and, not to be discouraged, he said again, "Won't you give it a try?"
"Can tell it's trash without trying."
Tang Jingming's heart hurt even more, "Saying that really hurts, you know."
"That's the truth," Ye Tiao, showing no mercy, pushed him away, "If there's nothing else, get lost. I don't want to see you."
Tang Jingming felt his heart being punctured through, "No, I'm here to drink."
