Yang Fei laughed heartily and gave Stina a sidelong glance.
"When a woman is interested in a man, the whole world can see it. The strange thing is, the woman herself doesn't know it."
Stina looked at Yang Fei defiantly.
"How do you know I like George? Don't speak without evidence."
Her demeanor remained firm, but her tone lowered unnaturally, revealing some guilt.
"You don't like him? If you want, I can give you a free psychological session."
Yang Fei looked at her meaningfully, his bright eyes like mirrors reflecting Stina's inner self.
Stina avoided Yang Fei's eyes, mumbling dejectedly, "You're such a monster."
"Alright, I admit it; I do have feelings for George, but he seems to see me as just an ordinary friend."
Yang Fei laughed heartily: "That's right, facing your heart honestly, isn't it better to live more genuinely?"
At this, he pursed his lips.
