He smiled at me and slowly looked down at me, his long hair falling across his cheeks. At once I went into defensive mode. I would definitely hit him if he touched me. 

Not because he was a boy but because I was afraid that he would turn me into something weird again!

“We can nurture our feelings again.” He looked down and flashed a gentle smile at me, putting on the gentlemanly image that he used in front of other girls. 

I looked at him coldly. “Stop pretending.” 

“Humph,” he chuckled lightly, then shook his head with his chin hung low. Looking at me again, his gaze became distant. “Do I still need to pretend in front of you? Didn’t you…” He leaned down closer to me, his hair brushing against my...