Yang Xiaoxi snorted, "If we have to keep distance, we will—I wasn't planning on getting too close to anyone anyway. I'm telling you, it's not because I'm compromising with you, I'm respecting love."
She didn't know if she liked Cheng Feiyang, but she felt different about him compared to others. When Cheng Feiyang said he liked her, her heart filled with joy.
This feeling was very special, and she certainly didn't dislike it.
Hearing these words, Cheng Feiyang instantly felt relieved. "Yang Xiaoxi, remember what you're saying now—if you dare go against it later, I'll go complain to Mianmian and Nan."
"In that case, you'd better remember too. If I can do it, so can you. If there are any more scandals like the one with Fu Yu, I won't accept it," Yang Xiaoxi retorted strongly, determined that Cheng Feiyang must fulfill his part as she did hers.
"Pinky swear."
Cheng Feiyang extended his pinky, but Yang Xiaoxi disdainfully slapped it away.
