When Zhou Tang quarreled with Yi Fengrou over trivial matters for the umpteenth time, she suddenly reacted:
"Do you like me?"
Yi Fengrou looked helpless: "... You just know?"
Zhou Tang's face was complicated: "... That's what you said."
She threw down her chopsticks, suddenly unhappy with the quarrel.
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Don't quarrel and feel uncomfortable being attacked & pretend to be gentle
Intention: None