What You Can't Have Always Stirs
Zhang Yang delivered those words effortlessly.
There was no problem being a little low-key around family.
But in front of outsiders—especially the prettiest girl from his high school class—why keep a low profile? If it were you, wouldn't you want to pull up in a Bentley in front of the former school beauty years later and say, "Long time no see"?
It was only human nature.
Seeing Meng Baihan still staring at him blankly, Zhang Yang felt playful and added another line.
"But honestly, even with all these things, there's still one thing I've never had."
Meng Baihan's eyes widened. Looking at the handsome figure standing before her, her heart suddenly began pounding wildly.
"W-What else?"
"What do you think?" Zhang Yang smiled and held out his hand.
Meng Baihan foolishly extended her hand and, as if bewitched, placed it in Zhang Yang's palm.
Zhang Yang squeezed her smooth, delicate hand and pulled Meng Baihan away.
Behind them, Huang Yuzhou still stood rooted to the spot, his mouth dry. He had yet to recover from everything he had just seen and heard.
His promises and guarantees, compared to this junior's devastating combo of buildup and confession...
Th-this... this wasn't even scraps.
"I lost this completely?" he muttered, unconsciously clenching his fists.
In the distance, Zhang Yang had pulled Meng Baihan who knew how far away.
Then, he let go of her hand.
"Alright, we've shaken him off for good. He probably won't bother you again. No need to thank me."
Zhang Yang spoke casually and easily, with not a trace of the deep affection he had shown moments ago on his face.
Meng Baihan was dumbfounded.
She had been completely immersed in that feeling just now, as though it were a perfect dream she