"What have I lost with you? What do you want to give me? I don't want anything; I just want you to stop bothering me!" Han Meiya said irritably: "If you behave, we can still be friends; otherwise, don't blame me for turning on you!"
Xu Zhehan knew Han Meiya's temperament, straightforward and blunt in her ways. Her attitude also made it clear that she genuinely didn't like him. He felt somewhat disheartened, but still mustered up his spirit.
"Meiya, I'm not trying to pressure you, how about we take it slow?" Xu Zhehan spoke gently, not wanting to irritate her.
Han Meiya frowned, "No. I don't like you, and naturally I won't appreciate your pursuit. So, please do not trouble me and make me unhappy."
"Meiya..." Xu Zhehan had never seen a girl so resolute and direct, giving him no chances at all.
Han Meiya opened the car door, thought for a moment, then turned to Xu Zhehan and said, "You're a good person, but I'm not the right one for you. Let's just be friends. Bye."