bo yi took a deep breath and looked at her, his fingers curling up slightly.
At this moment, an mu heard him say slowly in a deep voice, " Yingluo, an mu, I just don't know how to say it. I know this is a little sudden for you.
an mu,"wanwan??" she held her breath slightly.
"i like you."
an mu,"wanwan."
I like you.
bo yi just stood in front of her, looking down at the slightly shocked her like a crippled rabbit.
He was at a loss, helpless, and a little shocked.
an mu was really shocked.
The man in front of her was noble and elegant, with a handsome face and a high nose bridge. He was cold and unattainable like a god, but such a person had actually said to her,'I like you'.
I like you.
was she an rmb master?
Why did it feel so surreal to her?
When did I become so likable? And it was someone who was so different from him!
Under such circumstances, an mu stammered, " you, you know, I don't actually believe in Cinderella's story.
