"Who cares about you? Stop flattering yourself!" Yan Huan gritted her teeth and refused to admit it.
She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Cheng Yue!
"You care!" Cheng Yue laughed softly, "If you didn't care about me, why do you always avoid me? Why is your face so red? It's so hot you could fry an egg on it!"
"I'm avoiding you because you're annoying! My face is red because you're too close. Back off, or I'll call someone! I'll say you're harassing me, do you believe me?" Yan Huan glared at Cheng Yue, squeezing the words through her teeth.
"There's only so much space in the car, where do you want me to go?" Cheng Yue grinned, "I feel just right being next to you!"
"You!!" Yan Huan was infuriated. This jerk not only didn't back off but stepped closer, encircling her body with both arms against the railing.
No matter how you looked at it, the posture gave off an ambiguous vibe.
Yan Huan didn't like this feeling; unclear, ambiguous—that's not what she wanted!
