The noise from the hallway echoed, but Feng Meiling only had eyes for Si Chen, looking up at his handsome face.
Si Chen looked completely different from Bao Ye; Bao Ye was aloof and hard to approach.
Si Chen was handsome and gentle, except for his sharp tongue, always bickering with her every day, but his personality was actually really good.
Having grown up with him, Feng Meiling knew his character like the back of her hand.
Actually, a sharp tongue is quite nice too.
If he were dull and rigid, that would be so boring.
Feng Meiling just liked interesting souls like his; otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for him.
"Si Chen." The person in his arms called his name, Si Chen looked down at her pitiful little face: "Yeah, what's up?"
"Do you think no one will ever like me?" Feng Meiling pouted, acting as if she was drunk, saying whatever she wanted: "I'm not gentle, not cute, inherently unlikable, probably no man likes my type, right?"
