"But I just don't like it. Is it compulsory?"
Murong was baffled.
"Yes, it's compulsory, you can't refuse. I rarely compliment someone," Galaxy shook his hand.
"Thank...thank you so much. I'm very grateful," Murong felt his brain couldn't quite keep up.
"No worries, as long as you like it."
"But I don't like it..." Murong always felt something was weird.
"That's not allowed. It's compulsory," Galaxy shook his hand again.
Murong finally realized what was wrong; after all the fuss, damn it, it circled back to this.
"I… never mind. As long as you're happy." He was just a poor thing after all, what right did he have to be unhappy?
He had no right.
Weakly, Murong hugged himself.
Damn it, he wanted to be alone again.
Thinking it over, being alone was still the best.
Better than sweet potatoes.
At least being alone wouldn't give him diarrhea, unlike undercooked sweet potatoes.
"Do you want to be alone again?" Galaxy, seeing him like this, asked again.
Murong: "..."
