Ye Shutong looked at the man's flicking gesture, her eyes feeling a sharp pain for a moment.
Every time he saw her, this man liked to make this movement, probably hoping to flick her away like dust.
Unfortunately, who made her Ye Shutong?
She smiled, "Admiring my thick skin, are you?"
"No, I admire your tenacity," He Jingyao said gently, "The reason you refuse to give up is simply because you are convinced that I have no choice. You believe that with the passage of time, I will eventually yield."
Ye Shutong's expression showed approval, "Exactly, worthy of He Jingyao. Everyone says I've fallen deeply for you, but only I know that's not the case. Of course, you know it too."