Zhou Mochen was very smart and had a thorough understanding of human nature. He would never allow his efforts to truly go to waste.
He had practically poured his heart and soul into being good to a girl; how could he possibly not want anything in return, or not even be able to tell if she genuinely hated him?
Although Xu Su loved being sarcastic and would often say biting things, he knew she didn't hate him as much as she claimed.
That was the reason he had persisted for so long.
Just now, for instance, he had gone too far, yet her eyes only held anger. She was just furious that he had forcibly kissed her without permission; she wasn't disgusted by the kiss itself.
That was enough. As long as she didn't hate him, it was enough.
Zhou Mochen's standards were very low. He didn't expect the young woman to reciprocate his feelings now, but it was fine as long as she didn't hate him.
