The bald man with an evil grin, holding a glass in his left hand, walked over with his right hand in his pants pocket.
Liu Yichen bit down hard; if that guy really dared to confess to him, he would definitely knock all his teeth out.
Even more infuriating was Lin Caiyi who was gleefully laughing on the side, covering her mouth and whispering, "You really should find a fortune teller. You're attracting too many admirers."
"Don't be smug, sooner or later I'll deal with you." Liu Yichen glared at her. These kinds of admirers, he'd rather not have. Even a random woman running over on the street is better than a hairy old man.
"Better think about how to handle this man who's so enamored with you." Lin Caiyi turned her head aside, unable to stop laughing.
Liu Yichen could hear the footsteps of that person getting closer, each step hitting deep in his heart. Surely he wasn't coming over to confess, right? He had never encountered a man confessing to another man before.
