In the car, Li Si noticed the smirk on Leng Mochen's lips and shot him a sideways glance, "What? You think it's funny, don't you?"
Leng Mochen nodded in agreement. He truly hadn't expected such twists and turns among girls.
Li Si sighed, "I suspect the gathering is fake, and the real motive is to see you! Why are you so magnetic?"
Leng Mochen helplessly touched his nose. He had already been cold and distant to the others—what more could he do?
"And those girls... You're like an ice block, yet they keep throwing themselves at you one after another! Do they not like warm and enthusiastic guys? Are they all masochists or what?"
"Oh? Could it be that you also have masochistic tendencies?" Leng Mochen questioned with deep implication in his gaze.
Li Si quickly refuted, "I'm not! You've never been cold to me, have you?" Now that she mentioned it, it was true—since their first meeting, he'd always treated her extraordinarily well.
