“I… I hate you more than anything. I hate that you treat me like your little sister. I hate that you only call me your little sister. I hate seeing you laughing and chatting with other girls… I hate it, I hate it…”
Drunk, Ye Zixuan’s face was flushed. She tilted her head back, clutching Su Zhe by the collar and accusing him through her tears.
Then, as if talking to herself, she murmured, “Su Zhe, you idiot! You big idiot! What did you think? It’s because I like you!” Tears the size of beans rolled down her cheeks.
Su Zhe froze. She… liked him?
Panicking, he gently wiped the tears from her face with his broad hand and soothed her. “Mm-hmm, Su Zhe is an idiot. A Xuan, don’t cry!”
But those words only made Ye Zixuan cry harder. Between sobs, she said, “No… don’t… call me your little sister.”
“Okay, okay, I won’t. A Xuan, don’t cry. A Xuan, don’t cry,” he said over and over, seeing that she couldn’t stop.
Ye Zixuan met Su Zhe’s clear, bright eyes and said sulkily, “You… you’re just taking advantage of the fact that I… like you… to bully me! I don’t want to like you anymore… I don’t want to like… Su Zhe anymore… Su Zhe… doesn’t like me…”
Looking at the girl in his arms, Su Zhe said, “Who said Su Zhe doesn’t like you?”
Then he lowered his head and kissed her. “Su Zhe likes Ye Zixuan best. No one else will do.”
