I am chasing a rough man in the 80s

Yu Jingting gently pinched her cheek.

"What kind of man would I be if I didn’t have secrets?"

Looking at Suizi’s face, Yu Jingting suddenly had a bit of an epiphany at that moment.

Whether it was an unrequited love like Chen Tong’s,

or a mutual adoration like the true love between him and Suizi.

Emotions seem to involve two people, but in essence, it’s a game one plays with oneself.

I love you, it’s my own affair.

It has nothing to do with you.

This series of thoughts danced in Yu Jingting’s mind for a few seconds, and he laughed.

"Damn, after spending so much time with you, I’ve also caught your literary types’ pretentious illnesses," he cursed.

Suizi was full of question marks. What had he done to be considered literary?