"Koa Jackson was extremely helpless, sighed, and raised his hand to rub the back of her head. Mia Ginger was taken aback and smiled, "So do you like me?"
Koa Jackson couldn't answer.
Towards this girl, he used to feel sorrow and pity deeply, but now, he's filled with anger, love, and hatred. It's too complicated, increasingly difficult to describe.
"Do you like me or not?" He didn't answer, and Mia suddenly felt dissatisfied, stubbornly pressing the question.
"..." Koa Jackson glanced at her, "I like you."
"How much do you like me?" Mia asked again.
"How much would you want me to like you?"
"Hehe." Mia blinked again, then slyly turned the conversation, "Do you love me?"
Koa Jackson closed his eyes, "I love you."
"How much do you love me?" Mia continued.
Koa Jackson: "..."
"Come on, tell me how much you love me. Quick, I want to hear it." Mia shook his arm, walking and bouncing, seemingly addicted to asking.
Koa Jackson pursed his lips and stopped responding.
