Don't Love Me. Nothing Will Come Of It.

An Feiran blinked blankly and looked at Song Yaoyao. "Sorry, did I disturb you...?" he asked apologetically.

The two hands hanging on his sides pinched his trousers with uneasiness. But the entire time, he only had Song Yaoyao in his eyes.

Song Jingwan couldn't believe what she saw. She simply felt as though she was almost drowned by the endless ridicule.

"An Feiran!" she growled again, unable to accept the situation.

This time, she did not act pitiful. Instead, there was a questioning tone in her voice.

Although she didn't like this boy, it didn't mean that she didn't enjoy his admiration toward her.

It was a good feeling to be admired. At least, before this, she had enjoyed it.

But not now...

An Feiran shook his head and looked at Song Jingwan in a calm and controlled manner. "Jingwan, you've never called me by my name."

She had always called him Classmate An.