Ye Beicheng rubbed his forehead silently, and grasped her hand with a long heart of voice: "Can you not leave a mouthful of Yang Qixue and a mouthful of Yang Qixue in the early morning? You all said that she was a thorn in your heart. If I mentioned her, you would feel that I was stabbing you. How could you mention it yourself, and you would not feel pain?"

"Of course, I don't like her, but you like her."

"I like you, too."

Quietly hummed, "No -"

"Why not?"

"If you like the way I do it, it's like last night that I'm wronged, then don't like me, I...