Yan Ting's mood inexplicably improved after hearing her words.
"Are you saying that if I had come to pursue you earlier, you would have fallen in love with me?"
Lin Banxia's small face turned bright red, her voice soft and faint: "I only know that right now, whoever treats me well, I'll like them."
"What if I don't treat you well?" Yan Ting listened to her childish words and couldn't help but feel amused.
Lin Banxia looked genuinely startled. Her small face snapped up, and her two big, dark eyes stared at him.
Yan Ting found it hard to suppress the storm of emotions inside him. He reached out with his fingers, gently lifted her small face, and once again sealed her slightly parted, soft lips with his own, kissing her furiously and possessively.
Lin Banxia's mind was in complete chaos. She hadn't expected him to avoid giving her a clear answer but instead kiss her so intensely that her breath faltered.
She instinctively resisted, her small hands reaching out to push him away.
