Without giving Chen Changsheng a chance to speak, Cui Ling Shuang directly shut the door and left.
Staring at the tightly closed door, Chen Changsheng's mouth twitched. "Shui Yue, did I mess this up?"
"You did indeed mess it up, sir."
"To be precise, you've gone around attracting bees and butterflies again."
Hearing Shui Yue's "complaint," Chen Changsheng immediately said in grievance, "No, when did I ever attract bees and butterflies?"
"I only happened to meet Cui Ling Shuang by chance. Back then, I saved her once out of kindness, and after that, I've just been teasing her."
"I've deceived her this much already. How could she still like me?"
Facing Chen Changsheng's confusion, Shui Yue, who was cutting out paper figures, said calmly, "Girls always like men who are handsome and can make them feel safe."
"Although you often tease Miss Cui, it has also left a deep impression of you in her heart."
"Handsome, dashing, and capable of anything—there are few girls in the world who would not like a man like that."
"But I swear to heaven that I have no improper thoughts toward any of the women around me."
"That is precisely why your peach blossom luck is so good, sir!"
Shui Yue stopped what she was doing and stared straight at Chen Changsheng.
"You have read widely through ancient and modern times, sir, and your talent could fill eight bushels, but you truly do not understand a girl's heart."
"Girls are generally sensitive, so when faced with suitors, most of them remain on guard."
"They believe that all the kindness before their eyes is merely a means for men to achieve their goals."
"But it is precisely your state of 'not liking' them that gives girls the greatest sense of security."
"As the saying goes,