"It's not a dream, I really do like you." Ning Zesheng finished speaking and asked again, "So, do you like me?"
"Ahhh..." Qiao Anlu reacted as if she'd seen a ghost, backing up a step behind the sofa, "Who asked for your affection? Are you trying to bully me again? Tie me up and throw me out, or... ahhhhh!" Qiao Anlu was screaming over and over, looking completely spooked.
Ning Zesheng was somewhat at a loss about how to respond to her reaction. Was this happiness or unhappiness?!
"Get up!" he said coldly.
Qiao Anlu promptly rolled under the sofa with a thud, playing dead!
Ning Zesheng was speechless at her silliness and finally let out a heavy sigh, "If you don't get up, I will..."
Qiao Anlu shot up, "So, Mr. Ning, aren't you mistaken? If you really liked me, would you want to hurt me?"
Qiao Anlu felt so wronged!
"Are you planning to throw me out the window again?"
