The topic came back again, and he lowered his head to look at the still-dry ink painting, and couldn't help but nod.
She is so beautiful in the painting that she looks like an elf who has fallen into the mortal world. How could she not like it?
"Give it to you, okay?"
Sikong Yuecang's eyes with two curved eyes were emitting a life-threatening light wave, which made the curved little heart tremble.
"Give it to me?"
"kindness."
Sikong Yuecang reached out to push the wheelchair, pushed it to the side of the pool, and said in a quiet voice, "Wanwan, you don't like me, do you?"
"kindness?"
"You don't like me, but whenever you see me, you always want to avoid me. Do you hate me?"
Wanwan was stunned. She obviously didn't expect that Sikong Yuecang would file a complaint first. It was obvious that he didn't like her, and it was obvious that he always seemed to want to avoid her when he saw her.
On the other hand, he said that he didn't like him anymore.
He...isn't he the villain who complained first?
Although she repeatedly told herself that she could never like a heartless and unjust man like Sikong Yuecang, she still didn't hate him.
She walked to Sikong Yuecang's side, knelt down, looked at him with her little head raised, frowned and said, "You are too much."
Sikong Yuecang turned her head, and a trace of doubt appeared on her beautiful face with a touch of sadness, "Am I going too far?"
Wanwan nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's obvious that you don't like me, and it's obvious that you don't want to see me, so why do you blame me for coming?"
"I..."
Before he could say anything, Wanwan interrupted him, "I am what I am. It's me who always looks cold and cold every time you see me. You don't even say a word every time you see me."
Say a word, is it possible that I will always have a hot face and your cold ass?"
Just because he liked it so much...just because he felt too guilty...just because he felt that he was not qualified to have it again, so he could disguise himself during those few encounters.