Those words struck Ji Yanzhi's heart like a sledgehammer, and he blurted out almost reflexively, "He wouldn't."
The moment the words left his mouth, the whole world fell silent.
"Heh. Heh heh." Shen Mu Lan narrowed his eyes teasingly, looking as though he had finally caught him out. "So my bluff worked, huh?"
Ji Yanzhi's gaze flickered, but his face remained as stiff as a coffin lid. "Don't flatter yourself."
Oh, still refusing to admit it?
"Come clean," Shen Mu Lan said, folding his arms. "Who's this person you have a crush on? How old are they? Do I know them?"
Even as he asked, he kept muttering inwardly: Please don't let it be Ji Ting. Please don't let it be Ji Ting.
As though the questions had annoyed him, Ji Yanzhi frowned. "What's it to you? Worry about yourself."
"How is it not my business? Don't forget, we're officially boyfriends right now."
That word made Ji Yanzhi sick every time he heard it. He was about to snap back when he suddenly heard Ji Ting's voice.
[Yes, Mr. Shen is a good person. A very decent person.]
[He's good-looking and has a nice personality. Besides, he and Ji Yanzhi have been close friends for so many years that they understand each other. He should be able to put up with the Tasmanian Devil's bad temper.]
Those two thoughts twisted Ji Yanzhi's heart into knots.
Why was Ji Ear suddenly praising Shen Mu Lan? And in such, such specific detail, as though he were perfect in every way.
But when it came to him, all he got was "bad temper"?
Jealousy was already souring Ji Yanzhi's chest when Shen Mu Lan's irritating face suddenly moved right up in front of him. "Don't think pretending to zone out will get you