“Sorry, you’re just not my type!” Nie Xue said disdainfully. Chen Ziqian was stunned. His first heartfelt confession in his life had received such a reply? He was, after all, the perfect rich prince charming every woman dreamed of. Nie Xue finished speaking and boarded the bus without looking back, leaving Chen Ziqian to stand there in stunned disbelief.
“Fine! I’ll become your type, no matter where your bus goes. I’ll catch up with you!” Chen Ziqian vowed to himself. And so began a story of you chasing and me running…
