Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The corner of Ye Sijue’s lip curled down.
Her gaze looked guilty no matter how she shifted it and she called this okay?
“Are you going to tell me or not?” he asked coldly.
Mo Xiaomeng paused.
A little frustrated, she glared at him, “What do you want me to say? You’re really bossy, you know that? We’re nothing to each other, and we’ve only known each other for a few days. What right do you have to treat me like this?”
Ye Sijue’s gaze was heavy. “Continue.”
Their interaction had been so positive in the room previously, but now she looked like she disliked him deeply.
Mo Xiaomeng thought for a while.
That’s right. They didn’t have a special relationship. He had… played her. Why should she bear it in silence? She should expose him and give him a scolding to vent her anger.
Mo Xiaomeng inhaled deeply. With both hands on her hips, she rebuked him angrily, “Why did you do such intimate things with me when you obviously like Xiaoxiao? Do you think I’m a loose woman? Let me tell you that I’m not! I don’t like to play such games, and I’m making it clear to you. Happy now?”
He would let her go after all that she had revealed, right?
The gears in Ye Sijue’s head turned and he understood things now.
No wonder.
Her expression had been weird ever since he walked into the living room, as if she had been angry. He had originally thought that she was feeling shy, but it seemed like his intuition was right now.
He said frankly, “Were you outside the study eavesdropping on my conversation with my mom?”
Mo Xiaomeng crossed her arms and admitted to it straightforwardly, “So what if I was?”
Ye Sijue smirked and walked closer to her. “Why didn’t you finish eavesdropping, then? You’re only having such nonsensical thoughts because you only heard half the conversation.”
What? What did he mean by nonsensical thoughts?
Mo Xiaomeng looked at him and realized that his expression had changed. It no longer looked fierce and was replaced with a joyful smile.
What kind of reaction was this?
Suddenly, Mo Xiaomeng was unable to understand him.
Why was he smiling when she had exposed the fact that he liked Xiaoxiao?
Ye Sijue seemed to see through her thoughts as he looked into her eyes. He said, a little helplessly, “If you heard it, you should have known that my mom was the one who said I liked Xiaoxiao, not me. If you heard what I had said after that, you’d have known that I don’t like Xiaoxiao the way you think I do.”
“You don’t like Xiaoxiao the way I think you do? Doesn’t that still mean… that you like Xiaoxiao?” Mo Xiaomeng said.
Ye Sijue pinched his forehead as though he had a headache. “Why do you girls like to find fault with word choices? Do you want me to say that I don’t like Xiaoxiao? I’ve known her since we were little and we have a good relationship, but I only like her as a friend. That doesn’t count as liking her romantically, right?”
He didn’t really have many friends in his circle. He had only Yin Shaojie, Xiaoxiao and a few others as friends and thus treasured them. Was there a problem with that?
Mo Xiaomeng pouted as she mumbled, “Then… you really don’t have feelings for Xiaoxiao? Romantic feelings.”
“No,” Ye Sijue replied.
Mo Xiaomeng looked into his eyes. She was still confused, but she could see his earnestness from his eyes and thus trusted his words a little more.
Her heart, which had previously felt stifled, now felt more relaxed.
Ye Sijue smiled as he reached out his large hand and cupped her cheek with it. His devilishly gorgeous face leaned in and his warm, masculine aura enveloped her face.