There was no love without reason in this world, and even less hatred without reason.
The previous sentence was nonsense.
Li Mu Yang felt that Chu Xun's hatred for him was both groundless and inexplicable.
The first time they met, Li Mu Yang had taken off his pants at the foot of Broken Mountain, trying to retrieve the Gold Coins hidden in his crotch. Chu Xun had immediately mocked, ridiculed, attacked, and humiliated him as if Li Mu Yang had been pulling something out of his own crotch.
Only later did Li Mu Yang understand that the reason Chu Xun had always held such hostility toward him was Lu Qiji's unusual attitude toward him.
He liked Lu Qiji.
Lu Qiji's repeated initiative in approaching him, her repeated, marvelous attempts at conversation, and the sudden flares of anger and Killing Intent that came and went just as abruptly had all made Chu Xun believe that Lu Qiji had fallen in love with him.
What a foolish man. He had not the slightest experience with love, nor any skill at courting girls.
If you liked someone, would you casually shout that you were going to beat them and kill them?
Take himself, for example. When he liked Cui Xiaoxin, he was afraid she would melt if he held her in his mouth, afraid she would fall if he held her in his hands, and afraid he would crush the bed if he pushed her onto it. Whenever he saw her smile, he would be happy for several days. Whenever he saw her cry, he would be miserable for several years.
Fortunately, Cui Xiaoxin had never cried in front of him.
That was the supreme truth of love.
Li Mu Yang knew that Chu Xun must have read too many melodramatic novels like