It was midnight and Ying was finally able to fall asleep. From the moment she came back, her mind had been involuntarily thinking about Han Bohai and she couldn't understand why. Perhaps, it was because he was paying so much attention to her. Or was it because he was so open, sincere, and real about his feelings. He never talked in a roundabout way.
She couldn't even believe that now she had no problem with his eyes constantly staring at her. It bothered her at first but now, she somehow came to like the way his eyes followed her around and looked for only her in a crowd.
Ying wasn't the kind of person to jump to conclusions. So, she wasn't willing to name these feelings for now. Since his presence allowed her to be herself. She didn't have to think of ways to impress at all. Because the idiot was already impressed to the point that he made it really difficult for her. He might be the first person she didn't even try to impress in her life.
