Chang’an Peasant Girl

Ning Zihan glanced at her while drinking, but said nothing.

But An Baobei could feel that Ning Zihan was angry and helpless towards her. She saw An Baobei lying on the bar with a smile, holding her face in her hands, looking at him with a smile: "I haven't finished speaking yet, I am I won’t let you run away like this.”

Ning Zihan leaned there, squinting at her and humming: "What else do you have to say."

Baby An also looked at him sideways, "You make my hands itch when you look like this. Do you think if I beat you up, will you listen to me obediently?"

Ning Zihan: ""

An Baobao burst out laughing: "I was joking with you, but you took it seriously."

"I didn't see you were joking."

"You saw it." Baby An chuckled twice, "If you really don't listen to what I have to say, I really don't mind beating you until you hear it."

""Should he reconsider pursuing her?

Seeing that he was silent and didn't know what he was thinking, she moved closer to him and asked with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." After a pause, "If you have anything to say, say it quickly and leave quickly."

"You seem to be pursuing the attitude I should have." An Baobao was a little dissatisfied.

Ning Zihan said calmly: "I don't want to pursue you today. I'll talk about it in a few days." He was very annoyed now.

"I have to say it today." She deliberately argued with him.

Ning Zihan said nothing and just took another sip of wine.

An Baobao smiled again: "Don't get drunk, it will be bad if you keep calling me aunt like last time."

Ning Zihan ignored her.

An Baobei then told the truth: "You didn't call me aunt that night, and you didn't curse anyone, but you said you missed me all night, hehe."

Ning Zihan stopped drinking immediately, but he didn't look at her either. He just looked at the wine in the glass and was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

After waiting for about five minutes, seeing that Ning Zihan still had no intention of speaking, she said: "I actually don't understand your thoughts, but I can tell you that I am not the kind of person who accepts a man just because he is grateful. "

Ning Zihan just shook the liquid in the wine glass and remained silent.

An Baobei didn't care and continued: "Although I don't quite understand, I can understand what you mean. You don't want me to accept you out of gratitude. You should think that I accept you because I like you, but you don't want me to accept you because I like you." No, you actually already know that I kind of like you, and I’m still considering being with you.”

Ning Zihan stopped turning the glass. Although he still didn't look at her and stared at the liquid in the glass, he listened more carefully.

"I admit, I'm grateful to know that you donated bone marrow to my grandfather, but I'm more moved. You also said, I'm not stupid, I can figure it out myself. You concealed this matter and didn't want us to change our minds. What it’s for. It’s for me. I can really figure it out.”

At this point, An Baobei stopped talking and waited for Ning Zihan to speak, but Ning Zihan still didn't speak.

She sighed slightly helplessly, and then continued: "I can still understand that you never thought of hurting me from the beginning to the end. You warned me from the beginning not to like you, just because you were afraid of me. I was hurt by you. I couldn’t control my heart and insisted on liking you, and I liked you more and more. So in the end, the hurt I got from you had nothing to do with you, it was my own fault.”