Ye Fan's straightforward and serious words completely impressed Qiu Wen and the other women.
Mengyao stopped smiling, though the delight on her face was still evident. She looked at Ye Fan earnestly and said seriously, "You're right, we're indeed trying to hit on you."
Ye Fan's expression changed, unsure how to respond. He didn't know why he said that, it just slipped out, and then he thought to probe Mengyao and the others for their reaction. Unexpectedly, their reaction was too intense and beyond his expectation.
However, there was one thing he was sure of: these women did know him, and they meant no harm.
This judgment came from his heart.
He didn't know why he felt this way, but he just had this thought.
"Boring." Ye Fan gazed meaningfully at Mengyao and said those two words.
He poured the water and didn't forget to warn, "Don't use some lame excuse to make me refill your water. Take care of your tongues, don't get them scalded."
