Ou Jue's signature tone, supremely arrogant.
Xia Xiyan was so enraged she laughed. The more she wanted to break free from him, the more tightly he held her.
"You're forbidding me? What gives you the right!"
"Because—" Ou Jue leaned in closer, his cool eyes locked onto hers. "You still like me."
Her breath hitched, and in the next instant, Xiyan felt the anger rush to her head even more.
Like an outlet, she shouted excitedly in anger, "Who told you I still like you? Stop being so narcissistic! I don't like you now, don't like don't like don't like!"
Just as her words fell, Ou Jue suddenly closed in, his handsome face touching hers with their noses almost meeting.
She was startled.
Xiyan instantly froze.
She instinctively shrank back a little, closing her eyes.
For a long while, there was no movement.
"Still dare to say you don't like me?" Ou Jue's voice carried a hint of amusement as he teased, "Closing your eyes, waiting for me to kiss you?"
