This joke was worse than anything he had just said, casting a trace of coldness over Yan Xiaye's meticulously delicate facial features.
"Did I guess wrong? Don't be upset, people make mistakes occasionally." Qin Changge, with a slow smirk, sat firmly on the sofa, showing no intention of leaving. "Since you have no lingering feelings for Li Beicheng, you shouldn't waste your time on those pretty boys. Just choose me instead."
Yan Xiaye laughed in anger, her soft voice carrying a hint of displeasure: "Your behavior doesn't seem like you want me to choose you. It seems more like you're deliberately trying to make me dislike you."
"We're both adults, what does liking or disliking really matter?"
