In high school, the boy seated behind me had a crush on me, so he put glue in my hair, punctured my bicycle tires, and threw away my homework.
He would even snap my bra strap while I was concentrating in class.
Snap-the sound rang out with humiliating clarity through the classroom.
I spun around, red with shame and fury, and he grinned at me. “New style today, huh?”
His friend immediately joined in. “Xia Xin! He only does it because he likes you!”
“You two are going to get married someday anyway, so who cares if your future husband touches you? Hahaha!”
The tips of Zhou Qi’s ears were bright red, but the sight only made my stomach turn.
Later, in the cafeteria, I dumped a tray of food over his head and smiled into his furious face. “I like you!”
His friend leaped up to defend him. “How is dumping food on his head supposed to mean you like him?”
See? They knew exactly what they were doing.
So I yanked down his pants with one hand and said flatly, “There-now I like you.”
