"Baobei..." Ning Zihan was quite helpless. At this moment, he somewhat understood what it meant to say 'refusing for the moment feels good, but pursuing is a funeral pyre'.
"Don't call me so affectionately! You can either call me An Baobei like before, or Miss An! Just don't call me Baobei! We're not that close!"
"I really like you..." Why can't you believe it...
But An Baobei was even angrier: "Ning Zihan, are you serious! Who was the one who said they disliked me before, and even acted like you were scared I'd fall for you? And now you say you like me?! Or are you testing to see if I still like you? Let me tell you, I haven't liked you for a long time! So, please stop with these antics! It's better this way!"
"Before, I was confused and said I disliked you," Ning Zihan, for once, still maintained his patience, "but now I've figured it out and admitted I like you."
An Baobei immediately sneered, "So you're saying you've liked me for a long time?"
