Wait, the author is not a clown

This morning, my ambiguous object told me that he had someone he liked. Just now, at 12:43, this guy couldn’t help but asked me, “Why don’t you ask who the person I like is?”

Because the author is quite socially anxious and I didn’t want to deepen my impression of the clown, I didn’t ask and there was no further follow-up.

Me: Sorry to ask
She: I like you a little bit
Damn, you’re so tolerant. You tolerated it all day. If I didn’t ask, you wouldn’t tell me. Then you continued to be ambiguous haha ​​…
It’s ridiculous that two people can compete with each other for a whole day.
(End of this chapter)