Truth? Perplexed?

"Wang Xue, tell me why Yang Ming always has this kind of ignorant attitude toward me." At the bedside of the girls' bedroom, there were two girls sitting next to each other. Naturally, the one who spoke was Zhou Jiajia.

"Isn't that good enough? At least, he doesn't hate you!" Wang Xue said.

"I would rather have him yell at me. At this moment, this feeling is quite uncomfortable as though we were strangers! I don't talk to him, and he doesn't talk to me." Zhou Jiajia shook her head.

"You are quite inarticulate. You should take the initiative. I don't believe that Yang Ming isn't tempted!" Wang Xue said.

"Initiative? I'm afraid he doesn't like girls who take the initiative." Zhou Jiajia replied.