Tang Jingming suddenly grasped her ankle and said, "Can you not like him?"
Ye Tiao: "What the hell?"
"Don't like him," Tang Jingming's face showed conflict, then earnestly said, "I'd rather you like women."
"Fuck!" Ye Tiao cursed out loud, "Get lost!"
With that, she kicked Tang Jingming hard.
But her ankle was so tightly grasped by Tang Jingming that Ye Tiao couldn't put her strength into it for the moment. She struggled a bit but couldn't make him let go, becoming even more annoyed: "Let go!"
Tang Jingming had no intention of letting go, though, and even pulled her a bit closer in his direction, "If you don't want to like women, you might consider liking me."
The words of a not-so-mature young man at this time only made Ye Tiao want to laugh, "With so many grown men in the world, any one I like wouldn't do, but you insist I like women or like a sissy. Have you ever considered how my mom would feel?"
Sissy?
Tang Jingming's face suddenly twisted, "Where am I being a sissy?"
