Huang was the “Prince” of the prestigious school the two of you attended, and he had a way of charming everyone. Well, except for you. It frustrated, and honestly, made him feel something he didn’t feel before. He didn’t know what to do, but all he knew was he would try to win your heart.

Huang walked up to your desk, placing his hands on your desk. “Why do you not like me?” He asked bluntly, more than he intended honestly. His face turned red at his blunder.