"Yiran, I really like you."
Wu Chengzu stared directly at Bai Yiran, a smile curling on his lips. Any other woman would probably be captivated by this charming, mature man's demeanor.
Unfortunately for him, Wu Chengzu's counterpart was Bai Yiran, who felt uncomfortable even sparing him another glance at this moment.
"Is that so?" she retorted coldly, "Well, that's too bad, I feel nothing for you at all! Oh no, that's not right, I do feel something—disgust! Utter disgust!"
Bai Yiran knew that by saying this, she was undoubtedly risking provoking Wu Chengzu. However, she couldn't control herself, especially when this man was so close, making her feel as if her body was tainted by his proximity.
Hearing Bai Yiran's words, Wu Chengzu's gaze turned profound. He licked his dry lips and then smiled devilishly, "No matter, making you feel disgusted isn't bad either. At least you won't forget me."
