Summary
The third year of pursuing Pei Zhao.
I listened to the System’s voice saying, “Affection level: one percent,” and felt like crying.
“With so many handsome guys around me, why am I only allowed to pursue Pei Zhao?
“How is this any different from staring at meat in the pot but not being able to eat it?”
Unexpectedly, the System was even more shocked than I was.
“The target list can be flipped to the next page.
“You didn’t know?”