"Hyun Yanyi, do you really not like me?" With a pale face and a thin body, he looked at the lips of the person in front of him with despair. But what he said was so hurtful. "No, never. Are you satisfied?" The boy looked at him.
"Xun Linfan, what do you want me to do to make you like me?" A boy stroked the photo album, "Why don't you like me?"