Gong Shirao's movements froze.
He continued,
"But in reality, you should understand how many times you've thrown yourself at me, and I haven't given you an answer, what does that mean?"
"You can call me a jerk, because I'm a bit reluctant to push away a girl like you who pursues me actively. If I really liked you, I shouldn't let you get hurt even a little bit, rather than being so cold to you, allowing you to trample over your own self-respect while remaining indifferent."
Gong Shirao's face stiffened.
"I haven't told you those words because I thought you were a smart girl, one who would know when to retreat, and understand what a man's non-response, non-rejection, non-commitment truly means. I only want to spare us both some awkwardness, especially since you're Beitang's sister."
"Are you saying you don't like me?" Gong Shirao finally spoke.
Zhan Nanjue's body stiffened slightly, then he slowly replied, "I don't like you."
"Look into my eyes and say it!"
