Lan Yuzhe originally thought the other person truly understood his intentions, but unexpectedly, that man kept following him wherever he went.
At the corner of the café, he couldn't bear it any longer and deliberately waited there. As soon as the man arrived, he pressed him against the wall, glaring, "Sir, what exactly do you want?"
Mu Zanting seemed to be treated this way for the first time, squinting his eyes with a fresh expression on his face, "To put it mildly, I fancy you. To be blunt, I want to have you—"
Lan Yuzhe was startled and suddenly let go, "Scoundrel."
"Heh." Mu Zanting was neither angry nor annoyed, but instead, his smile deepened, as if he had discovered a rare treasure, "The beauty seems quite feisty when cursing. What's your name? Where do you live? Are you single now, or do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? You wouldn't happen to be married already, would you?"
