Qiao Mo smiled flirtatiously, "Do you find it nice?"
"I don't like it," he replied bluntly.
"If you don't like it, forget it. Someone else will," she said.
As she walked past him, he pulled her back, "Don't wander around, there are many bad people."
Qiao Mo scrutinized him; she thought after she stood him up, he would be upset, but he seemed unaffected.
Qiao Mo smirked without warmth, "Is there anyone worse than you in this world?"
His breath hitched slightly as he calmly replied, "They're not the same as me."
"How are they different?"
He stared at her silently, and after a long pause, he spoke softly, "They're not as much in love with you as I am."
Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned and then burst into laughter as if she'd heard a hilarious joke, "Hahaha... Mr. Fu, you are truly amusing... telling me such an entertaining joke!"
Her laughter was so crisp and cheerful that many people around couldn't help but look over.
