Qiao Lian, I Like You (1)

His hand was about to turn the door handle when he heard Qiao Lian yell, "Let go or I'll hit you!"

Her tone was dead serious, but at the same time, there was underlying trust and warmth, like the sort of tone one would only use with family and friends.

He paused, remembering how she had used to speak to him the same way when they had first met eight years ago.

Although he appeared to be in a relationship with Qiao Lian now and although they had reconciled, the truth was that Qiao Lian had never been as casually bold with him.

He stood there, immobilized for a moment.

"I am serious and having a decent conversation! Lian Lian, what's wrong me with holding your hand? I even intend to hug you!" Sun Linan leaned towards her as he said this, obviously wishing to carry this out.

Qiao Lian was conscious of the man hiding in the washroom. She immediately extended her arm. Standing in between the two men, she chided, "Stop this nonsense!"