Ling Han walked up and down, kicking stones from time to time. When he was approaching the dormitory block, he suddenly turned around, looked at An Zaiyu steadily, and asked in a confused way: "Why do you like me?"
He didn't mean to question it, but he hadn't gotten over the chaotic mood just now, so he was a little impatient when he spoke.
"There's no reason, I just like it." Zaiyu was dumbfounded when he was innocently questioned.
"Then have you liked other men before?"
Zai Yu seemed to understand his intention and wanted to come over and hug him, but Ling Han dodged and pushed him away, so he had to put his hands back in his pockets: "No."
"Where's the woman?"
"No."
"Then how can you be sure that you really like me?" Ling Han became serious, without any smile at all, and even seemed a bit cold and repulsive.
"Because as long as you are here, I can't see anyone else."