Someone like you…
When these few words drifted into Su Zhinian's ears, the cup that he held in his hand shook, and the coffee spilled out, causing a dark brown stain to bloom on his white shirt.
He reached out to grab the napkin on the table to daub at the growing stain on his shirt.
His action startled Song Qingchun. She stared at him at a loss for a moment before realizing what she had just confessed to. Her face burned up immediately and was reminded of the message she had sent that afternoon, which he had seen but never answered.
If his intention was to reject me before I called to tell him it was all a joke, then where does that leave us now?
Song Qingchun suppressed the nervousness that started to crawl all over her heart. Then she explained in a hurry, "That, Su Zhinian, do not misunderstand what I said, I didn't mean it the way it was phrased. I mean, you fit the type of person I'm looking for romantically…"
