The sugar-coated hawthorn was handed to Yin Tingxue. She slightly curled her lips, and there were still traces of tears on her cheeks, sparkling just like the sugar drops on the hawthorn.
This only made the person more guilty. However, it didn't matter—the young girl didn't mind anymore. She reached out to take the sugar-coated hawthorn, but with a swoosh, the person took it back.
"I don't like you anymore; keep being mad at me."
Chen Yi put the sugar-coated hawthorn in his arms.
"That's what I like the most."
"Then... I like you the most."
He handed the sugar-coated hawthorn over again.
"Then it really is my favorite."
"How do you always win?" Chen Yi sighed helplessly.
"Because you really like me..."
In public, Yin Tingxue felt a bit shy, her voice lowered, yet her almond-shaped eyes looked straight at him.
Chen Yi couldn't help but smile, saying, "All right, all right, I like you then."
