"Shi Yao, I... I like you. Will you... Will you be my girlfriend?"
Right after Han Jing spoke those words—pah!—a loud bang sounded from the table adjacent to theirs. It seemed like someone had slammed his chopsticks on the table.
Han Jing subconsciously turned his head over to look at the source of the noise, but due to the lush cover of green leaves, he couldn't see anything at all.
In this moment, his mind was completely taken up by Shi Yao, so he didn't pay much heed to the noise. He swiftly turned his gaze back to Shi Yao once more.
Perhaps she was shocked by his abrupt confession, but the young lady before him had stopped eating altogether and was instead staring at him with widened eyes.
