He Fang gave a light laugh.

　　When he laughs, there's a slight nasal sound that tickles the ears.

　　I heard it up close on New Year's Eve three years ago.

　　Not only did my ears itch, but after hearing it for so long, my heart also itched.

　　"It's not true," he said.

　　The boss said, "I knew you have high standards and it's hard for you to find a partner.

　　What kind of girl do you like? I have a younger sister who's really sweet..." "I hate sweet girls." Hmm, I could almost imagine the expression He Fang had when he said that.

　　On my sixteenth birthday, I received a lace dress.

　　I wore it to show He Fang.

　　It was with this disdainful tone that he said, "Wen Zhi, I hate sweet girls." The boss said with a forced smile, "Xiao Fang, you should find a girlfriend soon to ease your parents' worries." "Don't worry, I have a girlfriend." He Fang said leisurely, "I just haven't decided which girlfriend to bring home." The boss...

　　from the mouth of this jerk, such outrageous words strangely made sense.

　　After a while, it was quiet in the store.

　　I felt that He Fang had probably left.

　　I went to get the last melon.

　　Suddenly, a slender hand reached out and intercepted the melon halfway.

　　"Sorry, I got here first." a lazy voice sounded above my head.

　　Despite saying sorry, there was no sense of guilt at all.

　　"But I can consider giving it to you."

　　"Hefang's clear and thorough voice struck my eardrums - 'Can you turn your head?'