Ning Zihan took a sip of his drink and glanced at her, but said nothing.
But An Baobei could feel that Ning Zihan was both angry and helpless with her. She lay on the little bar counter, cupping her face, and looked at him with a bright smile: "I haven't finished talking. I'm not going to let you just run away like this."
Ning Zihan leaned there, eyeing her sideways, and snorted, "What else do you have to say?"
An Baobei also eyed him sideways, "The way you look, it makes my hands itch. If I give you a beating, will you obediently listen to what I have to say?"
Ning Zihan: "..."
An Baobei burst into laughter: "I was joking with you, and you took it seriously."
"Couldn't tell you were joking."
"Did I let you see through it?" An Baobei chuckled softly, "If you really don't listen to me finish talking, I honestly wouldn't mind beating you until you do."
"..." Should he reconsider pursuing her?
