But the calmer he acted, the more uncomfortable Cheng Hao felt inside. Why was Yicheng so good, yet they still couldn't heal his legs?
Cheng Hao couldn't figure it out. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he talked about running into a pretty girl earlier, exaggerating how she avoided him like he was some poisonous snake or scorpion.
"Serves you right."
Pei Yicheng could picture the scene—Haozi's gaze, like he was ready to devour someone alive. If the girl didn't get scared off, that would be even stranger.
"Yicheng, how could you say that? I truly wanted to know her name, and I honestly wanted to date her." Cheng Hao felt wronged—he really thought that girl suited his tastes.
Oh no, she really made his heart race.
"Every girl you dated, you always said the same thing."
Pei Yicheng's words were like knives, stabbing right into his chest.
