C149 Masochism

She thumped me on the shoulder like an old friend. " You hate it. "

When a woman says she hates me, she means she likes me. I look straight at her, but she avoids looking at my face.

"Zi Lin, this flower is for you. I hope you like it." I stood solemnly in front of her, holding a large bundle of La Plum. She smiled and took it back with open arms