"What's wrong?" I ask.
His eyes fly open quickly like he's suddenly realised that he was pulling a complete giveaway face.
"Nothing," He brushes away a loose tendril of my hair.
"Everything is right." He assured.
Then, I stiffen in his lap. He's said that before too, and everything isn't
"You have something you want to tell me. I state it as a fact."
"You're right, I do," His head drops, and I feel sick as stomach-churning sick, but then his eyes lift again and find mine.
"I crazy in with love you, baby." He admits in a very serious tone.
And I recoil slightly.
"Feng Teng, I don't think that's what you wanted to tell me, am I right?" I say suspiciously.
Afterwards, he releases me from his clasp as I sit on his lap, then he displays me with his smile, reserved only for his women.
"Yes, it is. And I'll keep telling you until you get fed up of hearing it. Actually it's a novelty to me." Then he shrugs.
