Leng Sichen looked at her with the kind of pity one might have when giving charity, his voice as cold and sharp as ice shards falling on stone, "You like me."
Xia Yuxun's expression stiffened, and then she heard him say, "I don't like you."
Xia Yuxun turned her face away, "I... I know! Liking you is my own business, it has nothing to do with you!"
Just as she was about to escape, Leng Sichen grabbed her waist with one hand, pulling her closer, his face terrifyingly grim, "Nothing to do with me? You constantly follow behind me, trespass in my world, and you say it has nothing to do with me? Xia Yuxun, haven't you had enough!"
The heavy breathing in the quiet space made everything feel more oppressive, Leng Sichen's fingers gripping the back of the chair turned white with force, and looking at her pale face, he suddenly pushed her away harshly, "Don't appear in front of me again!"
