"Do you... do you not have anything you want to say to me?"
Rong Qi looked at her indifferent expression in surprise.
"What can I say? 'Don't fall in love with me.' Would you listen?"
"No!" Rong Qi shook his head vigorously.
"Since that's the case, I have nothing else to say. Rong Qi, you've said your piece, now let go of me quickly; it won't be good if others see us," Feng Yueya said with a frown.
She was really worried about being seen, especially by Yun Shangyuan.
"I won't let go! Yue Ya, tell me, don't you like me even a little bit?"
Rong Qi's grip tightened, almost crushing Feng Yueya's hand.
Wincing in pain, Feng Yueya yelled at him somewhat angrily:
"I don't like you! Not at all! Can you let go of me now?"
Rong Qi was shaken, looking at Feng Yueya incredulously, a flicker of pain in his eyes.
"Do you really...not like me at all?" he asked, his face turning slightly pale.
Rejecting someone was indeed very hard.
