"Do you still like Jin Yang?" he asked flatly.
That sharp, dangerous pressure returned, the same one she felt the first time they met. She leaned away instinctively. "No. I've told you before. I have no interest in your brother."
"But you used to follow him."
Her lips pressed together, irritation flashing across her face. "That was before. And even then, I only wanted connections. It was shallow, and people misunderstood it. Including you. I won't bother him again, so stop assuming things. It's annoying."
He studied her closely. "Are you telling the truth?"
"I don't care if you believe me or not," she snapped. "Let me go."
He didn't release her. "So you don't like him at all?"
She paused, then answered honestly. "He's talented. I respect him as an artist. But I don't know him well enough to like him."
"Do you want to get to know him?"
"No."
"Do you want to get to know me?"
She fell silent.
"Xiulan."
"You're troublesome," she muttered.
