Looking at Juanchu's confused look, he suddenly gave up his serious look and put on his usual smiling face again, "You have to tell me why you ran out and why you refused to go back."
"Why?"
"Because you asked for something from me."
Juanchu bit his lip, with a hint of cold determination in his expression, "I won't tell you."
As if he had expected her answer, Jiang Xu smiled faintly and looked into her eyes, as if to look into her heart, "Because you don't like people." His words were gentle, but he was sure of it.
Jianchu was like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on. His whole body immediately trembled, and his face immediately lost its redness and turned pale. "Why do you say that!" She shook her hands hard, trying to get rid of him. "Let me go!" She looked at his noncommittal look, and suddenly she hated this cruel man who showed off other people's worries. She couldn't get rid of him, nor could she push him away. She was annoyed and punched and kicked him, but he remained unmoved and allowed her to beat him. When she gradually lost the strength to fight, he helplessly pinched the girl's small chin and asked her to look at him, "Stop making trouble, okay?"
"I hate you." She looked at him with anger and hatred in her eyes.
"Yeah. I know you hate me." Jiang Xu turned around again and continued to pull her forward. Juanchu didn't know if he was dazzled, but he smiled before turning around.
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