Song Qiuqiu had a full head of black lines: "Jiang Lang, are you sick?"
Jiang Lang raised an eyebrow, "How come me liking you makes me sick? You can curse me all you want, but why are you cursing yourself too!"
"You..." Song Qiuqiu was nearly driven mad with frustration.
She honestly couldn't understand why Jiang Lang would like her.
Perhaps guessing Song Qiuqiu's thoughts, Jiang Lang said, "You were right only about the part where you said I like pretty girls. I don't like gentle and obedient types; I like fiery, sharp-tongued, and even violent ones who love to punch people!"
Song Qiuqiu: "..."
Her brain must have crashed for at least three minutes.
"You..."
She suddenly didn't know what to say.
Did Jiang Lang truly like her?
Song Qiuqiu's first reaction was shock, the second reaction was...
Immediately, right on the spot, to beat up Jiang Lang once again.
Song Qiuqiu: "Jiang Lang, are you courting death? Who's fiery, sharp-tongued, and violent!"
