Quan Xin had never seen Ao Jue like this before; he was so cold, devoid of any emotion, and his attitude towards her was unprecedentedly resolute.
"I won't leave!"
As if out of spite, Quan Xin simply sat down on the bench next to Su Jiuyi, then looked at Ao Jue and said, "You can't interfere with my freedom."
"Fine." Ao Jue's gaze grew even colder. He abruptly released Su Jiuyi's shoulder, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up from the bench.
Su Jiuyi's feet were still a bit weak, and with his pull, she fell straight into his arms, smelling the faint tobacco scent and his unique aroma. Suddenly, she felt intoxicated.
Intoxicated in this man's embrace.
She liked him, even though he was so indifferent to her, she couldn't control her own heart, couldn't control her thoughts, and fell into his quagmire.
"Ao Jue, I like you!"
Not knowing where the courage came from, she met his eyes and shouted loudly, as if afraid he hadn't heard, she repeated, "I like you!"
