Han Junhui was avoiding him. Ling Yue could tell because, after their little moment, he had refused to speak to him and left for the horoscope reading alone.
Just when Ling Yue had thought he had met someone he could like, he had successfully pissed him off.
Was he too straightforward? Had he acted too fast when he met him a few hours ago?
Ling Yue thought that his flirting skills would work on Han Junhui.
What the hell was he even thinking? No one would fall for his stupid fake skills, especially since all his relationships had failed in his world. He had never had a proper boyfriend or date, except for the sloppy ones from his boring life.
Hell, he hadn't even had sex.
Knowing that relationships would never work for him, he had fantasized about men from manga, novels, movies, and even games. That was how pathetic his life had been.
It was why he had been obsessed with Feng Lan. Because it was the first character he had fallen in love with—his greatest Bias.
