Han Wang pinched his arm.
It hurt a bit.
Not a dream?
Han Wang's face turned strange, wishing he could stab out his own eyes and replace them with ones that hadn't witnessed the scene just now.
At that moment, Pei Ya's voice and knocking came from outside the door: "Little Wangwang, why'd you run back inside again? Open up! Don't think staying silent in there means I can't do anything to you, okay~"
Han Wang: "..."
Han Wang opened the door with a weird expression.
Pei Ya paused mid-knock, his face lighting up with a bright smile: "Finally willing to come out."
Han Wang furrowed her brows: "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Pei Ya said, shamelessly, "Can't you tell? I'm starting to pursue you. Step one is a cheerful morning run—an eligible pursuer should know how to cater to the interests of the pursued."
Han Wang's expression grew even more peculiar.
Her gaze at Pei Ya carried exasperation, disdain, and a humor she didn't even notice herself.
This guy really is...
